How do you measure succes? Is it in dollar signs, comforts, family, or toys? Is it in the weight in a scale or the size of your jeans? Or is it deep wishing your being.
My soul measures it in moments. Small successes, justice, hard work, growth and flickers of love.
I feel the energies around me. I almost feel like my soul is that if a gipsy; wandering forever to find what quenches my thirst.
I am parched, starved, emeciated. Dying for lack of love of connection. Wishing only to see that affection in your eyes. The one that's gone now. To feel your energy when you're heart is near mine. But you are far away from me. Or I'm far away from everyone.
Beloveds, what quenches you when you are parched and lonely?
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