“The Things Unsaid.”

M,

I was always in a hurry to speak my mind. I had to say everything. It had to be clear where I stood on everything. And it was all around me and my words and my heart and my need for sacrifice and some sort of satiation of the strangled soul. Now, I live more for the things unsaid.

There is a peace and joy in knowing you are loved. This is clear when we first encounter God. The thing people outside do not get is the wave of relief at the idea that there is purpose to the madness in general and form in and love for the specific madness that is you. Love is nothing if it is not specific and individual. The thing, mostly unsaid, is that love only works in every single soul. There is no group love. There is only love.