untitled note (with poem) | 8 September 2021 | “Not Allowed”

I just want to cry in your arms right now 
But I know I'm not allowed.
I want to come home
But the doors are locked.





You’re not asking yourself the right questions. The problem is that if I ask you these questions for you, then I’m not allowed to be with you. It’s the trade off for gaining truth without experience. A teacher is not allowed to be with their student, and these questions are those of a teacher.

But I’m so close to death. The cycle is about to repeat. A new circle will begin. My circle is almost closed, and unfortunately you aren’t going to be apart of the final piece. So maybe I can help you with these questions, so that you’ll have the answers for Noah’s next circle.





It’s not that I need you to tell me what our future holds. I’ve decided I’m working towards us no matter. My problem right now is that I feel low and weak. Not because of you. Because of life. It’s part of my process. I’m not worried; I’ll live.

My problem right now is that in this low point right now, I just want to be held. I want to cry into someone’s arms. I want them to tell me it’ll be OK, and that they love me with every part of their being. And I want you to be that person. But I know you can’t, and I don’t blame you. You are on your own journey. I can’t make you go any faster. I know from experience that doesn’t work. This is my problem, and you’re not the cause of it. It just kinda sucks, and unfortunately based on where our relationship is, you can’t help me when this particular thing. I wish you could, but until you go further into your own journey, you can’t help me on mine. I have to deal with this part of myself alone for the moment.






We can still hang out and have fun, but you have to accept that I’m gonna be dealing with this in the back of my mind. I can still keep up, but I don’t have the energy to lead the fun. I do want to spend time with you

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