My life has always been an open book. Let's keep it that way. No pretenses, no BS, all pure self-expression for the love of love, truth, honesty and justice.
I am an aspiring photographer, DJ, artist, writer, composer, singer, makeup artist, host, manager, educator, cook, explorer, traveler, certified diver, PCGA member, businesswoman/entrepreneur, full time wife and mother all in one - some I have done, the rest to follow in God's time c",)
Join me in my journey through this so-called life. You are most welcomed to tag along and touch as many lives as you can! :)
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Lain in bed, eyes blurry, streaks of fiery hot liquid streamed down my face, leaving traces of moist tender cheeks and sunken endereyes, mercilessly dampening my pillow cases and bed sheets. The mind ached with voidness, no way in, no way out. Just vast empty space of gllomy despair, dark, nothingness, oblivion of silence and pain.
Don't ask me how I feel. I'm numb today.My senses obliterated. My feelings detached, stripped off of me. I feel nothing. Not for you. Not for myself. Not for love.
I hear knocks on my door. I shut it down. Silence is better. Tell them no one's home.No one to heed their calls. No one to answer their pleadings. No one to reciprocate the feeling. Dismiss yourselves as I've dismissed mine. Stop it. Stop it now! I cry no more tears. I hear no more lies. I feel no more pain. I ask no more questions. I fear no more hurt and loneliness. I beg no more mercy. I crave no more love. I give no more love. I love no more. I live no more. No more. |
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hello to you... =) appreciate the note. truly. ive added you up on my friends list. as you can see, i have noen yet so you'll be the first. LOL .. =) thanks for the post. will write to you as soon as I have time. take care for now! Cathy |
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