Fragile Like a Flower
I write this from the heart.
From the heart means from Raw feeling.
I have a heart that’s fragile like freshly bloomed flower petals.
It is vibrant, beautiful and alive.
When it opens, it shows it colors.
It causes a depth of feeling that produces an effect that lingers for a while.
It is the impetus to my most sincere, genuine, pure and honest expression.
It makes me understand exactly what is meant when I am called up to speak from the heart.
It is powerful that in that period my mind is silent.
It fears not being trampled upon.
It lays wide open exposing it very nature — to myself.
And, to whoever inspired it’s opening.
It is from it that spontaneous and effort free pieces of writing have arose.
It is from it that the words of how to express the things that I feel the deepest arise from.
It is from it that I get to see a very innocent side of myself.
It is living away from here that causes a lot of angst within me.
When it opens, I cannot stop myself from expressing exactly what it needs to say.
I can hold it back only for a short period, sooner or later it finds a way to express itself.
By whatever best channel it sees fit.
It is not cunning, it is not intellectual, it is direct, it not clever, it cannot be stopped.
It doesn’t produce resistance — I would rather give people a piece of my heart than a piece of my mind, it does not necessarily obey ‘logic’ or ‘rationality’ — this is not to mean that it is irresponsible. It just is — as cliché as it sounds.
It is the part that ‘society’ or the voices I hear off and online try to shut down.
It says it is feminine — A man ought not to feel like that.
If he does, he ought not talk about it or he better hide it from being known.
But here it is, my ear to such Ideas has not been enough to stop it,
It wrecks through it like a tornado.
When it is ripe, it simply has to find it’s way.
Like a leaf that is ready to shed.
I have never understood my fascination with flower,
I think this explains it to a certain degree.
