I want a lot, and yet, so little at the same time. But I want to give so much more. I want heart and soul and spirit and love. I want to give more heart, more soul, more spirit, more love than I receive. It is just the way I am. My capacity is overwhelming.
Yet I am so thankful and grateful to have these gifts bestowed upon me.
(There are times when I write I feel the words, the emotions the feelings rushing like a waterfall.)
I want gold, yes. But only so I can give platinum.