Singing the Sun to Sleep

There is a spot within my heart, which will always remain hollow and empty. The unknowing spot. The hollow sinking spot; the spot which gave birth to the knots and pains throughout my life. The spot which gave birth to the inner conversations of self-hatred, and spawned the actions of self-seeking. It seems I may have been born with it, or perhaps it was hollowed out early on in my life. I have sought throughout my entire lifetime, to fill this spot with love; though I have never been able to find or create any such fulfillment. There is a cycle which lives within me; a seemingly never-ending cycle, which has created a whirlpool of devastation within, and throughout my lifetime. I open myself wide, hoping another heart will embrace mine. I always seem to find there is no embrace; only a sigh, only a back turned towards me, only a word, which tells me the true heart and feelings of the other: no. This is how I have come to develop, and turn into the irony within my life: lusted after my many, loved by none. I cannot open myself up anymore, yet this is all my heart wants to do. My heart needs to be seen within the sunlight of the gods. My heart yearns to be heard within the ears of the angels, as they sing the sun to sleep, and awaken the moon with their delicate aria’s. There are many exposures, which will allow you to sing within your lifetime. There are none so sweet and enchanting as the exposure of your pure and gifted heart, allowing itself sing, and to be known. Sometimes, the search, the journey of finding a heart like your own, will sometimes seem hopeless; it just might be. The only purpose in life is to give and receive love. When you live throughout your lifetime seeking this purpose and not finding it; this just might leave you feeling empty and frail within the depths of your soul. There are no limits to the emptiness, and the unfulfilling exposures, your soul and heart will feel within these duration’s within your lifetime. Your frail and empty life, may seem pointless and meaningless within these overexposed times, during the soul’s transition process.

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