Seeing your thoughts nicknamed demons, Each whispers with distinct voice.

Narcissistic abuse leaves a battlefield within the mind of traumatic extremes. These are the voices I hear inside my head.

I am dizzy and the only thing clear is you. Let me feel your soft lips soaking me like rain in passion.

Looking at you, I saw someone very different from me in your outermost layer. The hEARt sees through vibrations those things eyes cannot...

When you don’t try to be anything, there is freedom. You’re not trying to impress, ingratiate, or appease.