Not all seeds

Peeping through the cracks of nearly lost memories ,
The subtle ,ever slowly drip that leaks into to the new fresh book of opportunity only to be what you make it . The seed effortlessly planted into the core of being . Slowly roots in the darkness begin spreading , becoming more frequent , repetitive , toxic as the sprout begins to emerge . The wave tingles through the soul and makes you question the security of the mind as it pulls away from the sure footing only to crest and crash .
Can’t think , breathe , feel anything other than drowning in thoughts and emotion . Leaving you on shore , confused , scared , vulnerable .
Direction doesn’t matter , just love , and the seed of doubt is a killer of all things . That real love that is truly once in a life time . That self love .That we have seen the purpose of failure blossom into something so wonderful.