Imagine being hated for just being you at least that is how I feel living in this house. His terms of endearment are always you f*cking goof or you dumb f*ck making sure that it is known that I am worthless never to be worthy enough to anybody else.
Category: Soul
A Grandmother’s Legacy
I cry because I hurt. I hurt because you died and I don’t know if I will ever feel the same way again. I am guarded against those that have always made fun of me and cursed my good name any chance that they could and did. Even though I have been pushed aside by those that used to love me I still hold onto my memories to get me through these trying times.
What Does Death Look Like?
What does death look like? Why I think he is in the faces of all of our family and friends. There is a clock that is always ticking for us and will keep doing so until the day that we get too old. Why is it we are scared when we are all destined to go through the same thing? I think it has to do with the unknown and all the uncertainty with it that death brinks.
To Feel It
I look for it in everybody. Yet it is something I have only experienced once. That magical time you find yourself in the company of a star crossed soul you were destined to meet. In their company you can be anybody and you can achieve anything because it is in having them close that you finally feel complete.
Life, Loyal, Love
When your soul stirs you know it you can’t build up to it it is just there. In the absence of our true love we can still find comfort in each other. It is ok to let your guard down so you can learn to embrace each minute.
When Asked About True Love
See true love will make you risk everything for just one moment. I would be lying to myself if I said anything but.
The Missing Piece
They say when you awake in the middle of the night and can’t fall back to sleep that it is because you are inhabiting somebody else’s dreams. I have had that illusion before where although awake you feel out of your body almost in a trance like dream state. You feel your presence come in…
The Three Gates to Self Destruction
For those of you who know my storey already know that I am convinced that something divine happened to me that day my son breathed his first breath. I wanted to say born but the fact is he was cut from my body. For whatever the reasons that I will never be entirely sure of…
The Experience of Living or Infinite Sorrow
So if living is not about the definition but about the experience does that mean that we are all missing the point? To enjoy life and all it’s candor while accepting the ebbs and flows as they come. I imagine infinite sorrow and the feeling of heartbreak. The only true cure is no cure at all. That you can only move forward with the grief in your heart but a new song on your lips.
Living Miserably or Dying Happy
It is true somebody’s storey is a little bit worse than your own. You have to remind yourself that there is somebody always a little worse off. Kind of a harsh reality it’s true. Then all of a sudden you are the one worse off but then again are you really? Who knows. I guess what I am saying is what’s the harm? Where’s the risk? Living miserably or dying happy I guess that choice is up to you!
Miss Ruby Sweet Cheeks 
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