I can't take one more step towards something I just simply don't believe in anymore.
Today, I learn to live appreciating what I see, what I feel and knowing that love is an explosion of sentiments, experiences and questions that often have no answers.
I hear you pushing me to explain why I can't say, "I am in love with you."
But what answer have I to bring when the words are mere illusions to me?
How can I fathom what the touch of this sentiment brings if I can not relate to the words, the moments in time that have never past the door of my soul?
What more do you want? Who do you think I am supposed to become other than the fabric of me that has been sewn together by my life's own patch quilt time line?
Am I supposed to run in the fields of others' lives to collect what they call love and place it in a jar to pass along to you so that you feel what you want me to offer?
Walk with me as I am or hear me as I scream into the wind.
And the souls of those who came before us will join me in the hauntingly, raw chorus.
For all who breathe today to hear now, before the bear trap cuts through their own flesh -
Love does not always come with an offering plate!