Coming Home

Dear you,

Lately your words are tickling the back of my throat. You’re holding back and mustering up all the strength in your being to not speak to me, but you want to. Your voice is on the tip of my tongue. I swear if I tapped in a little deeper your thoughts would come through my mouth. We haven’t spoken in some time, but I hear you loud and clear.

The universe has been displaying your name everywhere. Some days I am just scrolling my feed and it shows up as people’s last name over and over again. Someone had your name as a last name who sent me a tip the other day. I have tried pleading with the universe to remove your energy from my life if you’re not coming back, or if you’re not coming back correct. To no avail.

Weeks ago your energy took over all of my readings. No matter what I ask about the answer is always you. You’re holding back with everything you have, but at some point all that pullback is like a slingshot, no? You’re stretched about as far as you can go, and the energy is such that I feel you about to be propelled forward, ready or not.

The love I feel for you is such that I wish nothing but contentment and happiness, but your Moon in my 12th house lets me know that isn’t what you feel at all where you are. The other day your anxiety was so crippling for me I told the universe your energy was not allowed to penetrate my auric…