After watching Fracture with Natalia and Steve tonight, I just wanted to come into my bedroom and write. Feeling that sense I usually get when my writing is at it's best... focused. The sensation of being able to sit in one place and FEEL everything. Making use of all your senses without even trying. The sensation of having the smell of where you ( Read more... )

Wet curls of hair fell over his face as he pulled the towel from his head. His brown eyes exposed to her but not in a way that was familiar. She was used to being able to read a man by the gestures he made, the color of his eyes, his body language. This man, however, was one she had never been able to decipher. Trying to had proved harmful when her ( Read more... )

There is something so uplifting, calming, rejuvenating about meditating on your Osho tarot. Unlike the conventional tarot, it's zen-like qualities don't want you to focus on the bad. It's like a good friend; there to tell you that change needs to be made, and how to focus on going about it. You may feel slightly disappointed at first, but you ( Read more... )

It's funny to me that in the past couple years, I have started to notice how many books (based on truths) divulge into the mindset that woman were once, in many different religions, considered precious, holy, and sacred. Obviously, our world has changed from that but it doesn't mean I have to change from believing that ( Read more... )

I don’t understand what gene I’m missing. When convinced of love’s presence, I cling. When faced with love, I run ( Read more... )

You have pulled me away from this moment of thinking, in the poetry blasted within ears of rotting words and dead thoughts.Lyrics ( Read more... )

I can't help who I am. I have lived my life as this person well before the dawn and age of most the people now accalmated to my life. I have always considered the same careers, the same movements, the same decisions. I have given them the same push, same movements, same time.... Sometimes this has worked in my favor, and sometimes it hasn't. ( Read more... )

On June 30, 2009 this sad little girl lost in a world of confusion, self-discovery, and the willingness to keep on trying was told by a boy on a back patio swing, while she sat curled up on his lap, that he loved her. And she said it back.

Where will life lead her next?

"The greatest lesson to learn is to love and be loved in return" -Moulin Rouge ( Read more... )

I can't help that I am falling for him though every part of me has and still is fighting against it ( Read more... )