PossumFan

Maybe this is a turning point. A point of a return, or maybe, no return. All I know is, something is burning inside this body of mine. It's not nicotine or alcohol, no. It's words. Words I've been holding in for years. They scream to me, they ache to get a sweet release. My heart is still a hurricane; but this time, it's not caused by an old man who is no longer Here. It is caused by a fever, an appetite I can't satisfy. Of a roaring thunder in my bones. Of a child traumatized. I'm somewhere and I'm nowhere. All at once. I know this, though. This is not the last time. This is a new beginning.

*He comforts me in ways no one will never understand. When I am about to harm my already self-inflicted wounds, *he is there. Standing, at *his place near my door. Watching me, never saying a word and when I want to hurt myself I feel *his hand on my hand and I hear *his voice. Telling me, instructing me: "Don't. Go to bed." When I break down in anger and sadness falls down my cheeks, I feel *him around me, hugging me. I am healing from *his leaving and *he is doing *his best to be my bandages. *He is clotting my heart from bleeding out. I told *him last night, *he was standing by my bed and I cried and I told *him thank you. I told *him this

Submission is Saying I want you to control me Silently giving yourself up To the person who's dominance You want Whether ~they know it or not Giving up all that you are For the one ~person Without ~their knowledge, or not.

Wanting ~you Is a craving I never knew I wanted Never knew I needed After *he left All hope was lost Then ~you came along & ~you turned those Self-inflicted wounded nights Into something else. Just like *he did. Except now I know how fast My heart is f a l l i n g For ~you. I hope when I do get the strength to tell ~you ~you wont get angry at my heart.

I travel around the world Searching for ~you I think in searching for answers I accidentally, inadvertently Found something, ~someone Worth living for I don't (really really) like ~you Because I am forcing myself to. I really really like ~you because I can't help it. I couldn't with Sonny, so what the hell makes ~you think I can't with ~you?

When/if you first feel a spirit in your home, do *not* immediately think "Oh someone died here, it must be them." Chances are, it's most likely not. In my experience, spirits are not stagnant in one place; they travel. They go with you, but they also go other places as well. When you feel a presence near/around you, that is most likely them. They could be a dear friend, relative, pet, ect.. I have seen my dog who passed away, I have felt my best friend and I've also felt his father. I've also felt/seen a glimpse of my grandfather, but not too much. I've smelled my dearly departed grandmother's cooking. That was a nice surprise. I bet you all

I wonder... Why I have these gifts... Premonitions... Communication with the deceased... Feeling them... Feeling their presence... Being able to talk to them... And them to me... I wonder... How did I get so blessed? :heart:

The same moon. Just different phases.