Leaving the bed thinking did I meant it last night. This combination of heart and mind. Huh. Why are we fucked up when it comes to heart? Acting as slaves. Thinking I might be wrong. Knowing ‘might’ is not the right word. Either a Yes or a No.
It was my ‘Call’, my decision. I am not a Slave. No courage required but the touch of some buttons. I knew the reply. I very much was aware. I had to cease it. My priorities were suffering.
I convinced and let go. Disrespect and disloyalty are not my words. Honesty is imbibed in my soul. Forget and forgive, I have done till age. Will get what is mine. Now or future, no specific time.