Mostly healing for me as well, a little anger sometimes to use as a pick me up fuel. The healing naturally focuses on relationship, heartbreak and do I even believe in that myth of soul mate again.
There’s a slight tug of war of wanting and not wanting, more leaning to yes; but it feels like I have to delude myself to accept it.
Ater a decade of believing that I had it, only to find out I never really did, love only conquers all when it’s just from my side (used to say things like that as a form of “the sun will shine tomorrow” so no need to fuss about whatever) and finally, money won and all the sacrifices, financial, career, dreams, all that I built and gave away just never mattered as long as I couldn’t keep it up the consistency and caliber. Which leads me to go back to the original view of relationship dynamics and humans in general without the 80s pop culture, boombox up the sky and a trail of roses, though those moves would still work.
It’s not rougher than DRs and Phoenix. Phoenix was tougher when it dealt with this pain almost a year ago, it was also deeper but different, without the aim to mend and patch up the heart. Rather a complete ashifying.
After reconciling what HS brings up, I do feel like listened to LB, but instead, it’s like a giddiness and a smoothening of personality, more loving and easy going energy and I do not want to play any Seduction games, one look and we swim in each others’ breath.
My view shifted as well: when I look at a girl I’m trying to sense an energy from their eyes but it’s always the same, a shying away of the eye, a blush or an empty casket – nothing. I did feel the embers and sparks three weeks ago before HS (I’m on it for 4 loops, the rehashing of the old pain is draining me, the guilt of moving on and the Clinging to false hope, the typical symptoms of a long relation withering away and fading like a note in the sky) but I don’t know if it was a simple fluke in that encounter or the charm or she reminded me of someone I used to know; hence why HS is here momentarily until I could see them again.
Every single one and thing within me telling me to focus on laying more bricks in my otherwise ruins of a castle is not helping when my heart wants to sing and my mind wants all them bees, the honey and the wax that comes with that sweet bread. Naturally, I’ll drive with my heart and go straight into a tree, where a beehive will fall over my crashing ride and I’d get stung again 