The sun has set, day has gone. No time to frett, moving on. No whsiper within the black midnight wind. Rustling grass whispering it’s quiet words. Mother Nature opening up the doors for hope and beauty. It’s the frame for creation and all around.
I have never been miss congeiniality, miss popularity, not even prom queen.
I have been in pagent’s, plays,battle of the bands and commuinty theaters, but never popular in any means.
Miss popularity, the singer, and miss USA have always been just that…dreams
You may look at my friends list and say “WOW, LOOK AT HER” She’s gotta be miss popular
but amazingly I never have been
I do have many friends, but that is just my memory of who and what good people who have touched my life in one way or another imprinting their trust, love, hope and pure generosity just for me to be able to reach out and touch me and my heart.
Miss popularity is okay but I have become happy today with just being me and finding my way in the truth that I made me this way. I became who I wanted to be that was suit just for me.
I created my inner piece of mind
I couldn’t do it without those people in my life who I entrust and can proudly call my friends to be able to send out those proper friend requests
It’s not all dazzle everyone believes but it is what each one makes of it. This is the true me.
I awake in the morning as the pure bright light braises my face. I gently open my eyes as I look around and take in all earthly things and the fresh cool breeze flowing in my window Paine. Looking thru the light I take my first breath of the day. Each bright ray of light shining over or across my face. Smelling the early morning dew and mist. Hearing cicadas in the top tall tees outside. The crickets sing to me morning and night the birds tell me it’s time to rise even if I’m not ready. The deer give me hope and peace as they cross my yard while the fox and Hawks inspire me drawing me close each day. Squirrels scamper in play reminding me of my hustle and bustle in every busy day. Barley ever getting a moment of rest except the little sleep throughout the night. Loving the animals and taking in everything between each regular day as if to role play in my very own version of the Cinderella story. Looking into my own life in a who new light. Seeing thru a light spectrum I’ve never seen before. This is my life as I begin each new chapter.
All by myself alone under the moonlight. Stars shining and shimmering glitters of twinkling bright light. Silence sorrow ding the soul. Darkness covering the earth. Sounds of the highway to one side and the tiny brooke around the to the other. You several miles away and me not able to look you in the eyes face to face. Like a dream I lay back and try and imagine you beside me but it’s just a distant flame. I try to brighten up your day but it’s only as active as the spark that began that flame. Now we try each day by only living on conversation and memories. My love remains strong while my emotions break down.
My thoughts of future, love, relationships written on March 9, 2015
Torn down within the seams. Holding on to the ropes so that I can be close enough to reach out to you and hear your heart beat. Yet to far that loves key is vanishing before my eyes. One memory for each single tear. One good, one bad, one indifferent, one never forgotten. This was not what I was accepted to welcome me once more. Each tear still remains a significant symbol of my love to you. I’m sorry.