as i get lost out of context. and shoved all around. for the context in me, isn’t so easily read… from left to right. falling from the bottom up, to hit that sky running. may seem absurd to you. but it’s my saving grace. because i can’t only stand on this stage. i’ve got to catch it on fire. dance upon the insecurities. left from sorrows, my tongue refuses to taste. and i’ll be damned, if i’ll swallow… what isn’t mine to eat. as i come undone, unapologetically unwinding what can’t be right or wrong. for i’ve traveled miles to years, to give away my smiling heart. just to find out, one of the most honest truths. you can love whoever you want. but they don’t have to love you the same. just like how i still love everyone, i’ve ever loved. but not the same, as it once was. because some measurements, can’t be measured. where distances are found in broken trust, and lost heartbeats. yet within all this chaos. there’s a rule to limitless my heart. you can have a piece of my heart. but if you fail to respect, or if you ignore it. you’ll be left, with only that piece.
-joshua ryan stewart