my diary, my journal, my thoughts, not meant for an audience.
stoned so I can get creative again? What was it about the other night that got my thoughts flowing so well? Was it the dinner, the bath, the pleasure? paranoia is getting to me tonight about bills, who would read this, and what do people really think of me. Tells me I should just go to sleep and not reach down this dark whole anymore tonight. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
posted by Vemma Fairy! at 10:54 PM
I am a mother first, daughter, sister, and aunt Secondly. I am only a stranger to the friends I haven't met yet. I am finding out who I am outside of these labels and inside my soul. i can't handle my liquor i love wrestling with the waves of the ocean, being enveloped by the thick black liquid of a still ocean at night. Laying all my fears to rest as the sun slips away into the horizon. Being invigorated by the purple and orange brush swipes across the landscape of my mind. Being calmed and grounded by the lightly falling water down the side of a mountain in a private little fairy pond. I love the truth and all it holds and sharing this truth with all those who will listen. I love hearing the stories of peoples lives and watching them grow.
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