same old, same old

I want to run, to walk, to be free from constrictions. I want to see those that I love be changed. I want to rest and interact with my family in peace. Transformation, in the pure sense, is what I strive for and in the recesses of my heart I long for the same desire to be found in them. I want them to want more for themselves, for the people they influence, and for me. There's beauty in growth and death in stagnation and oh how it makes my heart long and churn and fear when there death is apparent and their old habits grow bigger, holding them tighter than years before. It's an escalade I dare not partake of. I know the cage well and it's not one I desire to return to. I would give anything for them to taste of what I've become, to see a glimpse of the place I call my home. Their eyes seem stuck and their gaze seems to have fallen to the floor. Their veiw of "real" an unfortunate, sad state that only breeds inward broken disaster. What a pity, a burden that all to often simply makes me want to cry.

So with that laid bare, what can be done. Where is the posture this heart of mine needs to find.

and the answer comes~ come to me and I will give you LOVE

... so simple