Fragmented Dreams

Dreams and fragmented memories, I wish that it was real. 

Drifting out of consciousness you are what I see. Strangers are we yet were close to see. There's an intriguing meaning in this connection. You are you and I am I. In this precious moment, I can feel your presence. You weren't so close and yet far away. You were standing there in front of me. It was such a delight of blue to see. 

Laughing, daunting, tossing around our auras; your personal meaning of life is what I see. Exploring our surrounds and exhausting our bodies and brains; I can say, I know what it is to be with you… Here we are galavanting through each other's mysteries, its like unwrapping a new surprise. Each present is presented with each question; and a delightful surprise is enlightened with every answer. Finding comfort, we cozy to the picture. Our reality is becoming more and more enticing. 

Entice to bind, we're bound to know. It's the knowledge and understanding of each other that we come to seek. To seek to find, the blessed truth. I'm gradually becoming tempted even more by you....

We are worlds apart yet still the same. It's amazing this connection. It's intriguing this connection. Call me crazy, call it maybe. Call it what it is. It's interesting how people and situations can cross. But it's life if you allow it.

It's truly intriguing to see how life throws you a curve ball and its up to you to catch it, throw it, pass it, or skip it. Vagabonds are we and nomads of the heart, we're here to interact. I feel especially interesting interacting with you. 

How can this be? 

Why can this be? 

It's amazing to see the progression. As each other and for each other we're greater than what we always seem. 

But here you are, entangling your thoughts and wrapping them in me,
Debating; come let me see what it is you see. 
My mind is subjective,
Inject your perspective.
Intensify my internals with only, you.

Here with you there's no escape
My lobes are caught
You pulsate my heart, you are my thought-
You captivate, you translate, you completely transfix me.
Two into one, internally free.

Barriers broken,
You take my token,
Pupils dilate,
Debate-

What have you done to me?
Transplanted another,
Progression of the other,
You've twisted yourself in me.
I take you away.
Not a word to say.
You've altered my body, my mind, my soul.
Changed forever was the ultimate goal.

Wherever it is,
You go,
I go…

That Kind of Woman

What kind of woman do you want to be?

Do you want to be a strong woman or a woman that wants to get a man?

Plagued is such a question for a woman of my age and also my generation. Chasing dreams and chasing men; their dream is chasing that man.

It's seemingly scary, moving forward. A strong woman admits when she is hurt and she faces her problems head on. She never takes her eye off the ball, especially for a man. Now tell me, what kind of woman do you want to be?

Do you want to be a strong woman? Or just the girl that gets the man?

Your career will never haunt you. You career will never taunt you. Yet in the same respect your career will never cuddle you, hold you, kiss you, or cradle you. You career will never leave you, unless you leave it. It's a double edged sword for focused ambitious woman. You want it all but can't have it all. "Something's gotta give." But what?

We are told to chase our happiness and hold on to it. To find it, to hold it, to capture it, to keep it, to cherish it, to share it; but there's a funny ironic thing about it. We're never told exactly what happiness is or how happiness is truly achieved. We're just told about it.

Happiness at its maximum to its maximum…

My happiness is held within myself. The greatest gift of joy that is given to me is created within myself. The warmth that fills my heart is the warmth that fills my soul. It is the joy of self achievement.

For now I'll hold my heart in my hand and hope that one day some lucky man may want to hold my hand too; for he'll know exactly whats held so preciously inside it.

I'm choosing to stand, with both my feet firmly on the ground, with the hopes and dreams of creating a beautiful life for myself and those around me. With internal focus, ambitious, and drive within me; my career will take me further for now. I'll focus on my career and me as a person.

Sometimes it's not always about finding the right man or finding the right career. ITS ABOUT BEING RIGHT FOR YOU… Be the right kind of person that you need to be to fulfill whatever reality and future it is that you want to create for yourself. Create with all your might the most majestic scenario. Predict your future by creating your future. Focus on being the right woman. Focus in being the right person. Focus in being the right sister, daughter, leader, and friend.

I've become a slow and avid believer that if you become what is right for you, you'll truly come to know you. And when you come to know yourself; we all become a little more confident in the decisions we daily make.

Focus on being the RIGHT WOMAN, and you'll know when you meet the RIGHT MAN.


Ending note:

I will be the RIGHT woman, with the RIGHT career, sharing my life with the RIGHT man, creating and expanding ourselves into the RIGHT family, enjoying the RIGHT life; that I PREDICTED I WOULD CREATE...

Past Endeavors and Current Aims

Mistakes are made and lines are drawn. Sometimes we write in cement. As the cement begins to harden I am finding it quite difficult to change the solidified picture. Sometimes these pictures are intended to last an eternity, but with changing tides and revolving moons, the earth breaks through indicating changes need to be made.

The solidification of the picture ceases to exist to allow the makings of a new template. Changes are constant and always evolving, but how to evolve is only annotated by the one holding the brush and paint. 

Worthy of the difference and worthy of a cause, there must be continual motivation to lighten brush strokes, interchange colorings, and provide a differential depth to the forthcoming creation. 
Old habits die hard but once those habits are changed its about pushing through consistently to allow the viewer to change the perspective once given. How? Consistency. Closed minds shall always remain closed minds, but for the select few who truly devote themselves to the artist. The manifestation of that picture becomes a valued masterpiece. 

Pushing through our internal odds its about a mental and emotional change that allows the internal growth to be significant to the viewers that stay. To those bystanders that watch the tides change and the moon shift every night slightly noticing the differences, to them I say thank you. 
Because of you; our internal artists begin to believe and have faith. Faith that the progress of change is worth it to some. The belief that they too carry hope in their hearts; that hearts heal and hearts can change as we the artist begin to age. Stagnation is not permanence, only confusion of how to lay the next stroke.

And for those that stay to witness the change, I for them say, "Thank you." Thank you for your faith. Thank you for your hope. Thank you for seeing that believing is sometimes the only hope we need. 
Some may never carry that hope for us. But its not for the approval of others that we exist to change the picture. Its about the gratification of the masterpiece well laid. That reflecting upon each stroke, its birthed a new beginning and hope that greatness comes to those who wait. And those that wait will be truly blessed to find a glorious magnification of the new sunrise in our progressive forthcoming arts. 

Detox

Do it now… I did it.


"Detoxing your mind is about changing you're thinking habits to suit your aims. It is about letting go of behavior that sabotages your goals and learning to replace it with skills that encourage clear thinking and a strong belief in yourself…"


Do it now… I did it.


Don't ask me how, but I did it. We are all works in progress seeking instant gratification and validation. All to often we seem to forget that persistence and patience will always satisfy our whet appetites more. Its about quenching that insatiable appetite for the most gratifying and most beautifying characteristic that only time, persistence, and patience can give; growth. Growing to fulfill our own skin and embodying our very presence happens to be the seed in our core humanity. 


How wonderful and great would it be if we all got a manual. A manual to conduct ourselves amongst ourselves with others. Assumedly so everything would go smoothly right? Wrong. There are just too many factors that cannot be calculated. And more assuredly so, we as the stubborn arrogant human beings we are; more than likely will mess something up.


It's only in our nature to go against it all and question. Forge through our own paths to find our own answers, because then and only then will the written word be more than just menial letterings on a piece of paper. We come to change ourselves gradually and start the detoxification without ever truly knowing it once we accept and love the life we lead. 


A simple detox can forever change an outlook. And your outlook is everything on life. 


The best way to predict the future is to create it. I've slowly begun to create a quite wonderful future. Now it's only who will I be sharing my wonderfully happy future with. So for now I'll turn the corner, smile happily and continue to create the predicted future for myself…

Today Equates Future

When times slip through your fingers and the seconds pass without grateful thinking, the "god" of time likes to send a little reminder that its time you'll never get back.

Moments pass and sometimes we all become confused. There's no true or concise answer that has ever been depicted on our daily movement. So then what? They say live today like it's your last, yet they always tell us to prepare for the future. It's a double whet sword and I don't know how to dice the apple. We turn to metaphysical things for validation and belonging, but who or what are they to say the meaning of belonging truly is. However, if I've come to learn just a little something about this metaphysical meaning, its freedom and choice. There's an apparent freedom to decide what we wish and want. But time doesn't wait for us to decide. The moon still rises, and the sun still sets with every passing day just like the day before.


These future moments of past contemplation arrive and it is then we decide. We decide what we want and hopefully it will all turn out for the best. So I'll live in today's time with the hope of a future that just maybe it won't be lived in vain. That a legacy can live on from my minuscule breathe and that my generations beyond can stand proud. How does that saying go? "Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future." We can take the day of yesterday and learn. Make that one change for that day constant and consistent for everyday thereafter. And in the day's passing we will come to shape the future days.


And while we linger in that hope; tomorrow will be brighter, better, and more bountiful than the past moons have ever witnessed. So I make the choice of changing today with the hope that my change will only be in the betterment of my generation's future. That these constant, consistent changes will become habitual characteristics of an aloofly proud entity of the universe. And in the woeful depiction of future seconds slipping away, its in those ticking seconds that hold our futuristic truth.

Second Chances

Have you ever done something within your life and always wanted to finish or do something different about it? I know I have. I'm sure we all have. I've learned a hard lesson in taking a step back and reanalyzing my past steps and doing the whole; coulda, shoulda, woulda aspect of it all.

Sometimes our second chances are given to us so that we can achieve and fix the mistakes prior. Sometimes our second chances are literal do-overs. It's our gift from the universe to make wrong, right. For me? The universe granted me a chance to powder down my concrete heart and see the true contents inside. Because of you I will say, "Thank-you."

We encounter others on the daily with the hopes that the minuscule things we do will change the world.
I've learned that those little things added up to a big change within me. I've learned to see the hope that my said concrete heart was never able to see before. There's a girlie finesse thats come to transcend onto my exterior that  I wasn't sure exactly existed before. A faith and childish hope that my dream come true and my one day could possibly be looming upon my near and distance future.

My second chance was my second chance at true hope, true confidence, true worth; that I with everything involved am worth it. I got that second chance to understand the true meaning of family. I got that second chance to understand my subconscious heart and actions. Placing myself in the aspect of, one day that will be me. I got my second chances, and my second chances have become my everything. I even got my second chance to fix my broken hardened heart. I got that chance to understand that feeling of true care and company. I got that second chance to understand strong doesn't have to mean hard. I got that second chance to see that crack in my concrete heart wasn't jackhammered there because I was weak. It was jackhammered there because it was what I needed. I needed to feel again. I needed to be side-swiped and pummeled to the ground then lift back up again to gain that second chance insight.

It was what I needed.

Quite possibly the best second chance I got was fixing the ending that resulted in a second layer of cement around my already hardened heart. After all emotions settled in, paths came to cross again. To fix the wrong previously done to understand we both have won. Its that chance of all chances to change that first ending. The ending that harbored anger, hurt, and guilt. Its re-written now in how it always should have been, in hopeful communication. Its a veered path that we both didn't see that shifted the sight of our course. But widened eyes and powdered hearts are exactly what the cosmos ordered.

To think and feel, to see the difference; its seconds to second chances to re-write our lost hope.

Here's to my second chance at hopeful memories

Internal/External Contact

There are discernable contacts for the future to decipher the specific locations of specific progress.

Progression to succeed is based upon specific input and output of the particular individual. Weighing thoroughly the pros and cons are the natural specifications on life in which we gradually subconsciously chart the way of life. Concretely being able to depict the way suggests that we are all too methodical in our own internal movement. As creatures of this world, I've come to believe we think just entirely too much. How much thought do you truly put into the menail things in your life? Suggesting that our particular motions to create notions of progress is the only way we will be able to validate the movement. Without movement there would be no promotion, there would be no demotion. Movement depicts way. Whether the movement is progressive or recessive movement is what validates thoughts. The turning point of our progression is directly correlated to the worth we come to see within ourselves. Internal reflection is an imperative must. Internal reflection is a foregoing must that is ultimately subconsciously exuded on a daily basis. Thoroughly being able to decipher our external selves to our internal selves in the transcendental thought process that we constantly fail on a daily basis. Mental filing is needed to suggest our unconscionable selves to be aware. Being aware is the most vital necessity in our lives. Awareness annotates change, and from now my awareness must only provide proper progression.

Only time can tell. But time is never on our side...

Differential Love

A river may feed a flower, but the flower feeds the river meaning of life.


When people ask me to describe myself, I always find myself looking for someone familiar to me, to give the description of me, to me. A little ironic right? But I'd like to think or just pretend I'm not alone in that particular aspect; if not; just humor me. Just smile and nod your head. For a moment; you'll be congruent with my quirky thinking process. I've been intertwined with myself for decades now. I should be able to give at least a couple of accurate or semi-accurate adjectives about myself. But I guess that would all be relative depending on how I felt.  


We all go through making connections and exchanging words, but does it ever mean a thing? There's a hope of, "Will I ever see you again?" (Sometimes) And other times we fall upon the reality of "Thank God I'll never see them again!" Words are powerful and actions are moving. The invisible thread woven through each one of us in those conversations are forever bounding. Menial or not, words are spoken into the atmosphere and can linger for centuries on. 


We all become immortal.


When we think of others, an emotion rises to the surface. It is a deep superficial exterior coating to the reaction of your actions. We will always remember how one made us feel. It is our feelings and emotions that help in allowing us to dictate our movement. We stay, go, walk toward, or run away. Either way it is an emotion that lead us toward that step. We can always find a characteristic that we admire or loathe in another. Whether negative or positive we take that with us and act upon that attraction. With every touch, there is a feeling. With every feeling, there is an internal movement. We remember. 


We will always recall upon that interaction and remember that feeling. It will move us into the direction that we've been wanting or waiting to stroll. That feeling is that push of courage. It feeds us the internal strength that we need to move the way we want, through what the universe said we needed to be tested through. It's the invisible thread we weave into another's backbone to help support their stance. Sometimes we bend to almost break that we find the fibers of that thread holding us together. Or even in the most severe cases we find that thread itself weaving us back together. We remember.


Our memories of another will always and forever remain; through story, word, and action. It's our hearts that feed the urge to share. For sharing is the most giving gift of all. Their lips will cause us to listen, and our feelings will tell us to move. We'll move to share and care in that same direction. We will all as a society move together as different entities tied by that invisible thread. Walking each in our path, marking a new; We remember.


Centuries have gone, and centuries will soon come to pass. Word of mouth will forever last and actions will constantly be cast. Our immortality is engraved in touching hearts. 


There is a reason to be careful. There is a reason why the adage; "Think before you speak" is engraved into our heads as we grow and develop. We need to become mindful of our movement. For our movement will intertwine with another and our threads are forever bounding. Forgetting something so deeply engraved is never a simple task. I've tried to forget, and have failed miserably that I gave up trying to forget. After many conversations, and after many healing threads; I've been able to twist that hurt into motivational memories. My stance is slowly becoming "steady" every now and then growing a little tired and weak. Except, I know the immortal bonds threaded in me will always help me find a way to be steady once again. There is a reason why it isn't intended to be forgotten. 


Act honorably so there is no reason to want to forget.






*** Dedicated to those who have loved me, hurt me, moved me, and pushed me. Thank you.  

Once a Dream

You Live once 

To have once

To share once

To care once...

I see it in their face, I sense it in their eyes... You walk alone???

I do. For the simple fact of the matter I do. I walk alone, to go alone, to see alone, to explore alone. It's the beauty in the breathe to go and do yourself. It's in the silence we find our answers and it's in our silence we find our truth. Walking these steps I find myself wanting to share. Call it the hopeless romantic, or call it sheer loneliness; whatever the case, whatever the moment, I find myself going, doing, seeing, listening, being alone that sometimes I'd find it nice and pleasant to share that with another. Except, finding that one to share my quirky silence could possibly be the most horrifying task to date. Hi I'm Amora, want to sit in silence with me?

It's rather a strange question to ask a stranger, eh? I bet it'd get you thinking. It's that silent beat of the air. The deep thumping pumping heart that keeps the circle going. It's hard to sit within yourself. Sitting in, waiting in, going in, being in; It's a bitch, unless you've reached that state of marvelous nirvana where everything is peonies, cupcakes, and unicorns. Btw, if you're there please take me with you. Perception is your personal reality, and personal reality is internal perception. It's an annoying vicious cycle that ends and begins with oneself. But I'm a stranger, a by-stander, texted word on your computer screen, iPad, iPhone, or any other complicated piece of technology to make us feel socially aware. 

You don't know me and I don't know you; but I am slithering my way into your brain. Enticing, eh? I'd rather have my character and content of heart to define me instead of the meaningless socially proper things that I do. 

As we go on maybe one day we'll all see face to face.

You see me and I see you.

There are thoughts, there are fantasies, there are dreams. There are dreams of a maybe and stories completely by mind. I could be your every answer, I could be your every question. I could be your everything. I could be your nothing. Thoughts just travel and race through your lobular content, but once we engage. It is over. That fantasy of your maybe diminishes to the truth and reality of that hello. It is a fragmented dusted dream replaced. We had that force field of mystery. The mystery of said intrigue went from engaged to disengaged. For once more we maybe and hopefully interact with an internal moving entity.

Mind to Movement

It's a place where we spend most of our time. We contemplate and think. Ponder the day away into drifting shapeshifting thoughts. No matter how grand or insignificant the aspect could possibly be, that amount of time that it consumes truly depicts its greatness to us. Sitting on the thought; marking, jotting, and taking all the probabilities and placing them into each positive and negative factors. Whatever case it may be, it is us being stationary. We're not doing anything. We're not achieving anything. Marking the graph trying to verify the theory correct or incorrect on paper does no one any good unless those markings are made by doing. Contemplating and going back and forth while theorizing is such a commonplace in each of our lives that we hardly ever recognize it. Let's make a change. We know what we want. We know what we got. We learn what we want through what we got. It may never be ideal, but it is what we got. We must always learn to make do. Deal with whatever situation it is that we got, and then go with it. Go with it to flow with it. I have a tendency to always find myself on the "darker" end of the spectrum. Glass is always half empty instead of half full. It's something that I've been learning to change within myself, and I must say, that minute change of thought has begun to make all the difference. There's that saying, "You are given what you need, not what you want." We may not always realize it because we're all too enthralled with our emotions. Our emotions having that power to dictate our every action, allowing them to compel our bodies and minds to do actions that our rational mind would never allow. It's interesting how compelling an emotion can and could possibly be; but it all befalls within us. It is within us to see the glass as half full. It is within us to find that glimmer of hope in the darkened abysmal whirlpool. It is within us to understand that need we needed to have in our lives. It is within us to find the meaning of the need and follow through. It is within us to go with the flow and understand that at the end of it, it will all be okay. It's just the drudging through that's the hard part. Nothing easy was worth it. Ask any person that was easily satisfied and fulfilled. There's no true accomplishment. There's no true worth. It's the hardship that define the being. It's the character acquired throughout the process. So twist the fact of the matter into your favor and make that move to your better mind. Quit contemplating, start doing, and understand that stories don't end in "Happily ever after…" they end in "It'll all be okay…" Sorry boys and girls, Disney lied. But he lied with good intention and a good heart. To allowed us to see the hope in the despair. To remind us that if we're willing to just get up and go and do, our dreams will be fulfilled with self accomplishment and true worth while happiness. It's about understanding the position that we're in and making the change to change it. It's about getting out of your mind and compelling oneself to walk, go, do, and be. Just let go of what you want and understand that this is what you need. You figure out exactly what you want with what you got. So get it. There's no telling how many miles you'll have to run to chase a dream. Sometimes the most selfish things are the most beneficial. You'll never know unless you test yourself. Don't break, just bend.

"Be as you wish to seem" ladies and gentlemen and you will fulfill your worth...

Moving On…

There's that constant tug that we have and carry into our everyday lives. We judge, compare, think, write, imagine, and dream. But all of those things are things that are constantly different to what we consider our "norm." The norm of our everyday lives that we seek. We're always changing without ever truly realizing. Changing our hair, changing our clothes, changing our makeup, changing our bodies, changing our shoes, hell it even goes down to just changing our knickers everyday. However, sometimes we're not focusing on the right thing to change. But I must say and put this out there, the last part about changing our knickers, is for hygiene, so please change that often; and Thank you. Sorry for the tangent, but sometimes it needs to be said. And as the title states, Moving on… Let's move on. 

It's possibly one of the hardest things that someone can do. Acquiring a new habit is easy, on contrary to changing a habit. We all become so accustomed to the habit that it naturally just becomes a second nature. Whether we like it or not, that habit is our nature. The nature that will and eventually define us. For the old sake of it, I will compare it to training your dog, or better yet, when you meet someone new and start dating. The excitement of meeting and dating someone new, you can be whoever and whatever you want to be. But you'll never truly be able to drift that far off from reality, unless you plan on never meeting or running into that person ever again. In that case, let your mind run wild and fulfill your wildest dreams and be whoever you want for that night. We all need an escape and being different is always refreshing. But that refreshing feeling can stay constant with you for as long as you allow it to. You can always stay fresh, but it's only if you want it. How badly do you want it? Dig deep and rationalize your past. See your mistakes for what they were and accept them. Don't make excuses for your mistakes because that will never lead you to your answer for change. We have to step outsides of ourselves and look in. Relish in the happiness and continue to seek it. Take the old adage, "If it isn't broke, don't fix it," but if it is broke find the broken part and change it; or all together chuck the broken scrapes, start all over again and make something great and stronger than before. The power of change will always and only rely within us. It will always be really hard closing chapters and moving forward when the past will always tug at you. All of us find comfort subconsciously in our pasts, all for the mere fact that its familiar to us. Going back to relationships, haven't you had a friend or significant other that you knew was always bad for you but you stayed anyway? You stayed because you were afraid. You stayed because you didn't know what was out there. You stayed because you found the comfort in knowing what you knew. You stayed because you felt safe. We all have our breaking points. Love is unconditional, but patience has an expiration date. The greatness that we seek is bounded to trials and adversities. Only through those adversities will you ever come to realize your true self. Possibly my favorite quote about strong women is from Eleanor Roosevelt: "A woman is like a tea bag- you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water." Her words are my personal quote of strength. It's what has helped my heart heal from bloodline hurt. Look in to find your true north and follow your internal compass. Take that step of bravery because in the end, your happiness is worth everything in the world. Personal happiness is all too fragile to hand to the one standing next to us. It will always be scary, but the scariest things can also be the smallest softest things. I remember walking around my house when I was younger only to be frightened by the shadow of my favorite blanket. Once we shine the light of our hope in the right direction, nothing will ever seem as scary. If it isn't hard, it isn't worth it. If it isn't worth it, don't waste your time. But your happiness is worth every fiber of your internal being. Move forward to the place of happiness and change your personal nature. The grass doesn't always have to be greener, it just has to be better.

Wishes. Maybe. Hope. Fear. Love.

Maybe wishes were just meant to be wishes because reality would spoil the magic of it all...

Its a night of nights for me. Interesting conversations tend to take me away in the darkened night. Contrary musings to write about yet nothing substantial really pulls through. Tufting and teetering back and forth upon words of wishes, loves, and waiting to wanting love.

its an interesting conversation to be had with oneself or even yet another. Such a boundless bounded word that many willfully follow and chase. i can find myself chasing and wanting that dream, yet having that dream fulfilled is possibly the most terrifying aspect in the world to me. I suppose because it significantly means we are NOT alone. There is yet another we must and have to verify and validate our connection to. To being bounded with another soul and human-being. It feeds our stability, it feeds our purpose. In-born love is easy. It's factual and concretely there to explain. But the emotions expressed from one stranger to another will forever be unexplainable to me. Or maybe it wont be, but for now I think it will. There's that tiny tendency where you find yourself talking in circles. Wavering back and forth like a palm tree during a hurricane. We test the bending abilities of ourselves and our partners. Why? For the insignificant satisfaction that we can. There's this sadistic factor of it all. Without pain there is no gain. Maybe the physical factors of scars hold a tendency to be true with our metaphysical emotional scars we begin to carry at birth. Could there be a correlation? Are they faceted just the same? Scar tissue is thicker and we must travel deeper in-order to make a significant standing in oneself. Perhaps its upon getting to know someone, you find their scars, you find their wounds, your find their weakness to build upon. You take that virtue of their "I will never.." to your "I just did..." Its a cruel game those play to build upon wounds of another so you yourself won't feel any. And then there is that golden heart of true and healthy virtue that we all wish and dream to exist. Call me a little melancholic or a little pessimistic or defeatist, but with my life; you couldn't blame me. I'm not so sure that it would exist for me, none of us are. But we all carry a little beam of light called HOPE. There's hope for everyone, a small one, but hope none the less. And the only reason that I believe in this hope, is because I see that it exists. To see is to believe, to feel is to know, to see and know provide truth. Perhaps this is where I turn the corner and jackhammer my concrete heart. But we're still a moment and a half away from that. I have been blessed to completely alter my life. I've made more changes than I think I possibly could have in this past year. I've come to truly say the words: "I'm proud of myself." I'm proud to say that. Honestly it's solely because I've been surrounded by two very important people that have been able to love me as if i was their own. To see the love, to know the love, to feel the love; its been my greatest weakness and strength ever given to me. We all have hardened hearts built on fear, resistance, and personal protection. Ultimately it all befalls on one word- FEAR. We're afraid. No one likes to be afraid. It puts us into the category of vulnerability. If were vulnerable, we're susceptible- to everything. It's the leap of faith that we take every blue moon out of courage. "There's nothing to fear but fear itself." Right? It's just like that magical kiss from our parents that we receive at bedtime. It's that kiss of strength. It's that kiss of love. It's that kiss that allows us to know the Boogie Man can't eat us, the Monsters under the bed can't scare us, that Freddy can't touch us, and that Chucky can just well "Suck It!" That loving kiss of light gives us strength and armor. That simple little kiss surrounds us in armor molded of gold by the best blacksmith in town. Its LOVE that comes to protect us; not FEAR. It's LOVE that comes to heal us. It's LOVE that comes to comfort us. And it's that love we want to find. It's that love that we want. It's that love that we need. All because we know that it exists. And its in that moment from that simple kiss we all learn to know: 

We all have our prince and princess custom molded for us, waiting just for us...