Reach

Look, I want nothing more to be loved and to love. Why does that seem so difficult. Maybe I am really not loving myself properly.
While I sit here and wonder... what this all means and why you're here. It seems like another direct reflection of the inner workings of the cosmos in the sky. Venus sitting just beside Neptune in the darkness just before the sun rises. What mysteries are lying there but a love so far out of reach is it hard to distinguish if it is an illusion... or if it is real. So perhaps someday soon the sun will shine the light on this dance so that we may finally see. As much as she holds on to the path it is starting to suffocate her...
She barely leaves her apartment but just practice her yoga and dance. She feels so far away from all those that she loves.
She really just wants a warm embrace. With her lack of faith, the road crumbles and she slips and falls. Falls away. She reaches out but even then she is not sure if this fall is a blessing.