Poetry in motion. A story told about a man lost. In the trees, snow and waterfalls. It’s where he finds the end of the world, a sight unseen. Beautifully bounded by a boy who calls. Back to the day’s where he stood so tall. Standing on that cliff so close, living on the edge. So close, he’ll fall. I wish it could be different too my beautiful caterpillar in your cocoon.
Was born in Oregon….2022 got a chance with my family for them to keep FOT. Full Circle••manic depression hit hard while locked in a condo with my visual thoughts of my kidnapping, rape & torture; if I’d been home I would have blown my brains out!!! Thankfully I had help from the Spiritual Realm of God & today I can say, there is Hope & refuge in His loving mercy to comfort one during suicidal thoughts….it’s hard to push the stain away, every second of moving through & in the pain, it is worth it, when you get to the other side of your personal tribulations. I’m proof.
Forgive me, Not always, Not after you have found your true love , that bond in itself is everlasting and nothing or no one can ever separate it . Thank you for sharing, GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES 🙏 🕊
@nicholed.cunningham1463 I respect and appreciate your response. I believe you also. Unfortunately, after love has developed, it can sometimes become unrequited. I ask sincerely. Once that happens, what do you think is the correct course of action to take? Peace be with you. 🙏
@Brian-bm7ew You mentioned that either way,we are always falling . And for those who are always falling is because they do not have GOD as the center of their life . Thank you for your kindness and 🕊 peace be with you as well. GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES, Darlin ✝️ 🙏 🌹
I just heard this song last week for the first time. I can listen to this song over and over again. This is definitely a song to add to my playlist. I wish I would have found this song sooner.
I could be having the most optimistic of days and if I hear this song it will pull me under. Absolutely haunting. It flays the soul open, lets all the carefully contained mess spill out.
No me voy a llevar ni la mitad d los q digo , q lo sepan , de gente conocida digo , recuerdo sus caras y siento asco de la mitad , esa es la realidad, yo estoy jodido ahora ustedes pagan después, q os follen toda la vida rodeado de jetas , mudos ciegos y demás familia, si sois buenos curarnos, q a mi me la sudais
Found this beautiful piece when I was ... well the song describes it. Though I kept having the lyric wrong singing it "I'm just a catterpillar stuck in my cocoon". I am grateful to say I at least have one wing partially open now. It was good to sit with my darkness, grief, pain, anger, syncope. It was good to find recognition looking for it, good to be able to give feelings some sense of touch. I wish for all of you searching shelter here to find a way to be captain of your own ship too. Lots of love and courage, lots of heartfulness and grounding I send your way ♡
