The simplicity of sharing, connection
We care for another, our relationship, me to you and you to I
In raw essence a desire to love and be loved
Somewhere and somehow comes the trickle of rigid thoughts
Ego
We are being taught
We are being judged
Sized and sorted for worth
Holding on to our inner most thoughts and feelings
Fear the open and free
Interpreted intent other than love for one another
Simplicity strays losing its way
Lost in care, lost in compassion, lost in kindness
Blinded by our own internal sight of protective rules and historical hurt
Human art covered for no other soul to appreciate or adore in its naked and true form
To be loved
Unique color and fine stroke
Blurred
In quiet breathe one comes to understand that love not accepted, seen or understood is the materialized burden another is carrying on their back
Only the heaviness is carried by all of us
For love not given is love not accepted, the two must dance in mutual fall
It is the complexity of our unique human art
The human paradox
In quiet you will find the boundless love you have to give and a purity of love you need to burst in full color
The inhale and exhale of equal importance to a genuine life
Complimentary existence for happiness
You will learn that love unlived, unsaid and unshared is the root of human rot
You will learn this particular shade is the only color shared on my canvas and yours
The same fears and vulnerabilities
Yet here we sit holding on to our love as if it is some how wrong to give
Sad as I do believe
Love that is kept
Is never felt at all
~Alisa Hutton