According to an Australian Aboriginal Proverb: “We are all visitors to this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love… and then we return home.” This just makes sense if you really took the time to go deeper into reasoning. I mean let’s ponder on …
Scent from the trees, the air, and everything that is there Or here within my mind, is Everything. Your touch is something Similar to that of the redwood trees I love to see, love to in be tune with. Not the drive through ones, the ones that sit quietly on the side of the road …
It is never enough to be beautiful, physically as if that’s everything. I need independence, space, and acknowledgement that I am more than BEAUTY. More than turn around and lemme see that booty, thick thighs and a pretty face, a piece of societal waste. Never. What color is my aura, can you feel me feeling …
It all appeared like he after he never could match me completely. It’s either he was too insecure, not mature enough, or too into himself to see who I really am. After the last experience I swore I would change and not repeat the same lessons… hmmm, mistakes? Mistakes are gifts not so much in …
Attempted murder. Stabbed and left me alone to bleed. No doubt, death would’ve been best. Alone. I never again believed in love. He said he could never be the man I deserved, I never understood why, but he was right. He wasn’t man enough for me but he was man enough for her. Well deserved. …
I first met you in a bar, it wasn’t trashy or classy it just was. You shined, yet I didn’t recognize you at first. Mate of the Soul. Remember our purpose before we chose to enter this world? At some point we would enter each other’s path, surprise We’re on track…..and I love you as …
For years I knew what I thought how you would feel like. Love, you’ve been so unkind and I wonder if you ever could Ever be mine. Scars, disgrace, undermining, I believed that was you. Love. I had to grow, had to learn self-love, personal truth. My third eye opened and now everything is clear. …
