There comes a time in our lives where we find out that life isn’t about trying to figure out. Trying to have all the answers to life’s daily questions, we forget to live. We are so wrapped up in the details of life that we forget that life’s detail is to live. Having been loved or to love is to live as life is meant to be, which may explain why many of us hold on to that unhealthy relationship, running in place, while our thoughts scatter and our hearts race always anticipating what we recognize as healthy only because it is familiar and a human’s need to be loved can supersede what real eyes, realize.
The heart feels, the eyes see. Blinded by love, what is it that sees. The heart sees and feels. it is the love that binds us that can blind us. We are told to trust in our hearts for this reason, despite the scars of our past hurts or the heartache and pain that comes from a lost love, our heart is our pump of life able to sustain us at its mos+ damaged, heartbroken and lovesick because blind in love, we see with our hearts if we just remember that real eyes, realize.
A hearts desire ignites the hearts fire. Its the eyes, giving us a peek into life’s soul, leaving us wondering and wandering. A heart is our compass, always pointing in the direction we need to go, eyes focused on our final destination. Life’s journey, with its blast of color shades and monochrome shadows have us question our vision. A heart that beats is a heart that lives, a living heart, broken or bent provides us what we need, realize real eyes.
One heart, one mate and when two souls unite in a lover’s kiss a brighter light shines forever. Light for sight, fire for desire, through our lighted sight and our fired desire, we look within and we begin to realize, with real eyes.
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