Addressing

I sat here addressing many a notes that ravaged my mind thoroughly. As I seated myself, lively, I began to relate a score of poetry across many levels of light. And as I allow all the words to spill across lined pages I find myself just asking how does a woman fill her heart upon lines? How does one even unleash all that is relatable across decorated parchment?

Then I brace myself with a large, deep sigh. Expressing the acceptance of really not understanding that kind of depth, even within myself. I agree that some do claim to comprehend and yet I don't mock that so many can be misunderstood.

In light of such situations I just hope that what is being expressed becomes well versed in the laughter lines of a woman's face. How so would you recommend a load so heavy as a crushed memory? This woman needs to linger only momentarily upon the factors of the weight just so that life is breathless.

Although times of seconds can halt an exhale but the idea of the sight is rather far fetching in the aspect of just one of those long winded. In so much as I do, I smirk only for the fact that no one really comprehends all that is weighed inside of me. So much is displayed yet I dare you to dig into the real me.

Uncover all that is necessary, if you will, at a small price. Yet does anyone know how to?