you know to get a feel for what has changed inside of me, what I am hoping to accomplish.

It’s been over a year and to know the changes inside my soul, to understand the driving force and the desire of mine.

If you so desire to read this,
it is one of the first goals I created on 43 and one of the first posts.

Life has changed drastically. I am amazed at how I feel inside. The difference. I have something I wrote months ago, I was going to post it yesterday. I still don’t think the time is right or maybe it’s the words or feel of what I am trying to accomplish now.

This all ties together. You may not see or notice any difference. BUT, I not only see it I know, there is a new person emerging, and she is free.

Another My the strength, determination seems to bubble as a spring from deep in the earth… Time is lessening, desire to waste it no longer exist. Playing silly people petty games, I have grown to old for that. {funny, I see some older/younger than I, who love that sort of thing. I am thinking age is not a discriminant nor is intelligence. So it must be a heart issue. Sad}

I may NOT be perfect, somehow that doesn’t seem to stop me.
Change is on the way. 5 years ago

There are things I could handle in my late 20’s that I know for certain I can’t now.
I have become quiet intolerant. When people talk about getting older they all jostle to tell you of the satisfaction that comes with age, an acceptance of self. This nearly peaceful settledness of “I am as I am; accept this”

Yes, I feel the vestiges of total acceptance stirring, but the intolerance speaks loud to me as well. When I was younger, where the fun was, there was I in the midst. Full of life and vigor, the entire time wishing for “Quiet Solitude”.

Now, I’ve no time for the loud of life, not the drama, nor the games {guessing or other wise} I’ve become less appreciative of interruptions that steal my precious time.

I desire the calm of talk. Even if we don’t ever agree, the simple respect of hearing one another, sharing ideas, views. See simplicity of talk. NOT arguing.

So my levels, things worth my effort has dropped. Long gone are the days of cajoling, convincing, and nearly begging “open your eyes”.
Instead, it’s replaced with I will heal, life is to short to live in the “what could have been’s”

Yes, major strides in acceptance and many more to come. “When a man no longer has anything to learn, he no longer has a reason to live…”

So on this long road of discovery where acceptances and peaceful contentment starts to take shape, I admit to my areas of intolerance but for some reason, I don’t feel so stressed about it.

More and hopefully better explained later. 6 years ago

Just very sad, lonely. 6 years ago

I had two cells phones.

Ummm, anyone with two cells phones knows exactly why they have them. {it keeps things separate or should I say people. It also limits the access that a person has to you. It’s easy to ignore one phone.}

At first one was strictly for work or those from work who needed to reach me. The other cell was personal and then of course I had my home number.

I was sitting here thinking {in light of recent events} I never gave anyone all three of those numbers no one, barring family of course.

I never gave people my home number and a cell number. {again, only those very, very close to me}. I don’t have two cells now, no need for that.

But I was thinking I still don’t or won’t give my house number out… If you have both my house number and my cell number you have got to be very dear to me. Beyond dear in fact.

If you happen to have one of my sisters or my parents number well count yourself as part of the family cause that is just unheard of…

I have and do this because I don’t want my private life to mix with my public life. Didn’t know Seren had a very, very private side to her did you…

The reason I’ve been thinking about this. I gave a girl at college {I should not call her a girl, a women whom I am friends with} my house number {she has had the cell for 9 months now}
It just dawned on me that in this part of the world, she is the only one who has both {let me not lie, Ernesto has them both, but of course he is the one who bought the home phone}

I don’t feel comfortable with someone being able to get into my private world unless I allow them {Hi Tarts, love you sweetie}

I have this Dear Heart that I’ve been wanting to write about for such a long time. I meet him about four years ago, he’s from home and still calls to check up on me {hes trying to get me to move to Vegas} When I met him he gave me all of the numbers. The only man Ever in my life who gave me all the numbers.

Oh well, just another part of me for understanding. 6 years ago

I honestly do. I think that the neediness of me gets to people and they are so used to me being there for them that when I become needy it is over whelming for them. Or is it that I am so strong that I am viewed as not needing. I may need to think about this some.

I think that the dept that I love is an amazing thing, but I think it’s far to much for most of every one.
I react to people the way they want. This may not come out right.
I adapt to them. They want to have distance between us. I allow that I give to them what they want from me. I have YET to have anyone want the real me. It’s so funny because all of me is the Real me.

But, that complete honest, gentle, loving needing to give and have part of me. I’ve yet to meet anyone who honestly wants that. I’ve heard many say that is what they want in life or I’ve heard them say “I am what or who they want in life” but, so far no one has seen beyond the facade to the inner me.

I was talking to someone these past couple days. Two people in fact who have said those exact words and my heart was not hurt in any fashion. All I did was ask them both. If I was or am all that you’ve wanted then why are you not here. It’s a simple question and NO I don’t want the answer. This is your journey of truth.

I know where my heart lies I know with whom my heart is entangled I even know what he doesn’t want from me. I suppose I don’t understand a lot about me. I am accepting of who I am. I just don’t understand why I am made this way.
Why I love so deeply and so completely if it’s for nothing.
But then I can argue that. It is not for nothing, look at all the people that have told me they are blessed because of me. So the fruit is there.

I guess in my own feeble attempt I am trying to understand if I have all these great qualities and I am this and that. Why am I still alone. Yes, I don’t have to be. I can make phone calls and be adored and cherished. I just have no feelings to give back to the other person.

I think I am ranting and pouring out feelings here and that is something I made a promise about a couple weeks ago.

I’m not doing that anymore. NOPE, I am not sharing who I am or those secret room behind the heart feelings any more. The phone calls I’ve received the emails, the off-lines, all point to one thing. When I need you Serenity, I need you.
When you need someone…..... I still need you.
So I’ve learned a really harsh lesson these two weeks.
Give and give so that the other person feels strong and better but keep you and your needs quiet.
Hey I’m a fast learner, what can I say.
Smiles sweetly.
Light and Love. 6 years ago

I’ve thought a lot about it. I mean I’ve really thought.
Weeks in fact…
I think the time has come. I did make a promise a few days ago
and I do try so hard to keep promises. {they are very important to me}

So Sunday this coming Sunday is my deadline or the day the promise expires. I’ll revisit this from time to time till Sunday.
Does anyone know the date.. Let me figure it out.

The 11th Perfect:
Light and Love. 6 years ago

I have a lot to say. I just want to make sure it comes out right.

Sometimes circumstance, something you read, a look on the face, the words used, a thought will just make lots of things clear.

I have come to some better understandings…
Wow, I have just had some things become crystal clear to me…

I just want to be sure it comes out proper and makes sense.
Yeah I could have avoided all this and said nothing till I was ready to post. I have deleted this seven times.

But, seeing it up here will remind me to write it.

Maybe {I’m sure} it will mean more to me than anyone. Still, thats what personal discovery is all about.

When all else fails Trust you instincts6 years ago

© 6 years ago

I AM A FUCKUP.

NO doubt about it all. I simply am.
Everything I touch, Everything I do, Everything I say.
Every person I touch, Everything… I mess it up.
I can not seem to get anything right or good. It is so funny,
I can give it away but I can not get it… I don’t get it…

Everything I Fuck up everything. I am not feeling sorry for myself.
I am not looking through this all through rose coloured glasses.
I have and am perfectly a fucked up individual. NO wonder no one wants to share their time with me.
Seriously, When one usually lack in one area they are stronger in another. This is true of most the world. Then there is me.

The lacking in all areas and even better the Fucking up in all the rest.

I GIVE, SURRENDER, CONCEEDE, QUIT, FOLD, FADE OUT, or is that FADE TO BLACK.
OOOO, SIGH…... WHEW…..... even more.

no wisdom here. Only this KNOWING…... I touch it and it’s tainted. People, places, love, learning, computer, all of it.
no matter how hard I try. No matter how hard I try, it doesn’t work nothing works.

Even putting my own feelings and emotions aside to be a friend when I would rather say, “love me” ” help me” just listen..
Still I just messs it all up. 6 years ago

That I meant something, anything.
That I was not just some fanciful way to pass the time.
To know that I was not an annoying habit that cropped up.

Just to know that I am missed or thought about, dare I say longed for.

Or just a passing… A purpose served and forgotten.
To understand how it all happened, how the faucet was turned off and it all STOPED…

Something I have never understood. To just shut it down, flip the switch, turn it off..

I am incapable of that. I am queen of adaptation. I will give to you what you give to me.. I won’t let you see how much I hurt or need. I will hold that close and examine it privately.

I will speak as spoken to, talk when talked to. Laugh when laughed with…
But, in my heart… deep in my heart, I feel things that I desire to say to tell. I still feel.. For my love is real, not a fake game of torment played.

I was real. Not a ghost or illusion. But, I still will adapt to you and what you want. No, words… 6 years ago

...DON’T CRY BECAUSE IT’S OVER,
SMILE BECAUSE YOU HAD IT

Saying “I Love you” with out provocation, is the
truest form of sincerity… {seren 6-9-4}

...EVERY ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING….

IT’S NOT WHAT YOU DO…
IT’S HOW YOU DO IT…

THE BEST EXPRESSION OF LOVE IS TIME

NEVER UNDERSETIMATE THE POWER OF SERENDIPITY.

STOP SEARCHING FOREVER.. HAPPINESS ISNEXT TO YOU

THE LAST THING ON YOUR MIND IS ME…

Light, Love and Peace. 6 years ago

To be understood.
To be wanted.
To be needed
Appreciated
Desired
loved
cherished
accepted
forgiven
trusted
honored
respected
praised
valued
listened to
heard
talked to
blessed
soothed
held
kissed
touched
wanted….. It would be nice Wouldn’t it.

^{side note to self, I didn’t spell one word wrong, nearly unheard of: What cha think bout that self}6 years ago

Never Again.. I will never again, allow my heart to feel it’s fullest. I won’t. I will never again “listen to my heart above all other voices”

I will not just flow with my feelings or find freedom in my emotions.
Never again. 6 years ago

Have you ever lost yourself in the love of someone and thought, Believed, They are perfect for me. That person touches you and you think noone will Ever touch you like that again, you will Never love to that dept again. This was my one chance my only chance to find the completion of me {not that completion is found in another person, but you know what I am talking about}

The perfect person. Sunshine is brought into your dark. You feel free, alive as if you’ve never truly lived before. You love that person with All of who you are.

The Best of you has memorized. The worst of you, accepted.

That persons not perfect, noone is perfect. No, not even perfect for me {my fav. term}.
We all make compromises, exceptions, let this desire go and embrace this one.

You’ve never been touched on this level and your soul devours the affection: The connection.

Perfect for me: And the world shatters, your plummeted into a depth of pain and loss that only hell can rival.

so perfect for you, who still, through the eyes of “what If”, is still perfect for you… .. Is No longer.
You no longer Feel, within a heart that Feels far to much.
You can no longer think, conceive inside a mind that travels every Kiss on your body, every promise in the touch.

A Declaration of defiance.. I will never love or allow myself to be loved to this degree again.
Believing somehow it was you who did wrong, you loved to much, maybe not enough. The way you thought was wrong, your feelings misunderstood, needs neglected, desires ignored.

But, one day Moonlight walks into your darkness and you hope again. Each love was just as intense, each different in the way my spirit freed. Each different to the degree of understanding.

To believe, or think that there is only that one.. who will love me as I am. To give up on life, on love on companionship. To say I no longer will give place to that part of me that Needs.

Is it self preservation or is that self destruction. Is it not possible that as deeply as you were held. As lovingly as you were kissed, as honestly as you were wanted. Is it not possible that there is someone in this world with whom to share your nights of love. Is this a fleeting fantasy, or is it a will of hope and determination.

For some reason it doesn’t seem to matter. I for one believe that each love is designed to show me, ME.
To enlighten my soul to it’s true needs. I feel that each time I have truly loved, has been intense and designed for the purpose of bringing me to the final person. The ONE.
Kindred spirits, soul mates….. YOUR ONE.

Each time I have opened up, Light has shown into the recesses of my heart and payed homage to who I really am. I have had the opportunity to learn and grow. To know not only my Wants, my Needs.. But more importantly, What I can not live with out…
{not making sense, I need to think} 6 years ago

The kiss that ignites passion, which travels like wildfire
across my body.
Trembling beneath the touch of Freedom.
That Kiss that makes me want no other.

Only to surrender to the temptation of pleasure
that flows from his lips.
The Kiss that not only inflames my body
but calls to my soul. 6 years ago

FEELINGS FUCK YOU UP6 years ago

I stood in the door way of his heart.
Wondering as I sometimes do, will this be the time he finally embraces me….

I watch him pace slowly back and forth, the torment of his mind apparent in his eyes…

I wanted to reach out. Touch him.. Hold him.. comfort him … whisper to him “Everything will be alright”.....

I heard his moans of agony. The lonelyness an unbearable weight on his soul.

I stood silently just watching. Feeling his every want and need.. Feeling his unspoken desire… I watched as the tears dropped from his eyes, he made no attempt to wipe them away…

Froze in my place I could only watch…. Silently I offered my strength to him.. My will for him.. To open his eyes and see the beauty that was his to grasp…

I heard him scream, the sound rivals the bowels of hell… “I have nothing left” and he sank to his knees..
I wanted to run from the room.. Flee from the pain I seen swirling around him like wind driven snow…

I love this man.. He who is broken and shattered.. I love him still… Silently offering my heart for healing the wounds someone so carelessly created.

What could I possibly offer one such as he… I know no words that will take the pain away.. I have no magic wand to undo the shred’s of his heart. I have no comfort for his soul upon which to hope.. I have as a simple offering just Me…

I walk to him.. I kneel beside his shaking body.. I gather him in my arms.. Closing my eyes against the sting of my tears. I hold him till the shaking stops..

Rocking us as if to lull to sleep. I kiss his tears from his eyes, he asks me, “why have you not gone yet, don’t you see there is nothing left of me. It is time for you to walk on”....

In his eyes I hear the silent cry….

In my kiss I offer the answer….. 6 years ago

Posted in the wrong spot.

I am one of those people who Don’t kiss just any body. To me kissing and touching the face, those are the most intimate, beautiful, personal, loving things you can do to another person.
I never had a hard time holding anyone. I could lay, sit, stand and hold: Soothe, comfort, love on anyone else to ease their pain and sorrow.
Allowing myself to be held is another thing all together. I didn’t let that happen to often. I would always comfort, hold, please. There are a lot of reasons for this.
Why I feel this way, this is one. Being wanted – Not being a burden / bother.
To me being wanted is important. I don’t mean desired {I know I’m desired}
Wanted: Not just for how I make you feel: But because you {Want} me to feel.

I am not saying that I don’t touch or kiss. I am a very affectionate person. But if I am on a date or what ever and a man reaches up to touch my face, like lay his hand on my cheek. No: No, no I will reach up take his hand away . I will smile at him, hold his hand and depending on the attraction. I will put his hand to my lips. {He won’t touch my face}.

Sounds funny me saying I don’t kiss but I will go down on a person. Well, I kiss just not on the lips or face: at the end of the day it’s alright for a kiss on the cheek.
This kind of affection is only for someone I care about on a different level. I have always been able to separate sex from love. I can enjoy the simple act of pleasure. I am a women who derives great pleasure and satisfaction from oral sex. It is a standard in my bedroom antics. I quite enjoy body fluids in various ways. I love kissing the body and having mine kissed. I do that freely. I will even let a man tangle his hands in my curls.
To explain why having my faced touched or touching someones face is special . I don’t know how exactly to explain this, but I will try.

I Feel things…. I am a very sensitive person. I can read what a person writes or hear them talk and I feel them. Sometimes the hidden feelings, like what is going on inside of them. Not that I know everything. It’s like I feel what their spirit is saying, or I will see lies.
I just know things.. I feel it. If a person is hurting and I touch them I have such a strong sense of that pain.

Never mind

I’m just sensitive, very tender hearted. When I touch a mans face I am having every emotion I feel go into my touch {the love the want} it’s about trust. I trust that the feelings are what they are and simply to be enjoyed.. That could be a kiss or touching the body. When he touches me: it denotes love. Wanting, not just desire.
Desire has a place: It is a very wonderful adventurous place.
When you put want and need with that, you have emotion. Love. The most private part of me. 6 years ago

She sat in the library, remembering every facet of you.
Turning her mind away from that well of sorrow.
She looked down at her right hand.
There placed on her middle finger the symbol that represented only you.

She slid it from her finger relishing in the feel of that cold metal. The solidity and certainty it once represented.
Forever lost in choices left unchosen.

Should she remove it, take it and place it away .
You were the only man it ever fit “Her cinderella Ring”.

She looks down at her hand.
The spot where the ring was stark white in comparison to her other skin.

Should she remove it, let the dream go, turn and walk away.
Succumb to the change.

In her left hand she cradles it to her heart.
This is Him: The One.
Soul mate is not to strong a word.

Oh memories flood like seasons changing.
Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall.
The ring feels as if it will burn her palm.

To let go of so many years
knowing never to be touched in that way again
Forfeit all Hope… Close the door…

Walk Away. 6 years ago

I started my Sunday off the way I usually do. I spent the morning into the afternoon with a friend on instant messenger. He is a man I cherish far beyond words.
He makes me smile and laugh. I wanted to write about my Sunday for a while but could not find the right words.
He gives me what I need. Which is a scary thing at times.
Emotionally, mentally, it seems that I don’t have to be fearful of being hurt or of being abandoned he is there to lift me.
Not that it is his job to do that. It just seems that even a little text messg or a picture from him makes my heart not so heavy. I am so fond of him for who he is. Not what he does for me. Yes, he makes me feel pretty.. Yes, he makes me laugh and smile, he makes me feel better just by saying hi.. It’s the feeling of being safe in a love that is not perfect and does not have to be.

The afternoon Eternal came to spend the day with me. We went groc. shopping.. no big deal right..
Well, he is not one of those who goes to the store to shop for food. We had the best fun. I was so impressed with his excitement of being in my world {as humble as it is}.

He sat in the swing with me and swang me {is swang a word?} He made me smile and made me laugh.. it was the best blessing.
Oh my.. Two of my favorite people in the same day.
One my best friend and one well he is beyond special. Both of them men I will cherish all my life for the understanding they give. More importantly. They allow me to be me and love them my way even if it’s not how they want love.. Makes no sense but to me.. 6 years ago

I sit alone as I watch day fall into night.
Seems an undaunting task to live in Freedom when your emotions are not Free to be expressed.
It is a horrific nightmare when your misunderstood and beyond the realm of being touched.
To hide within the protection of that wall. To go silently into the room behind my heart.
There I find my solace. There I find my peace.
Where my safety lies waiting to wrap his arms around my bruised soul.
It is here my spirit is allowed to dance with out fear of disappointment.
All within this room that holds your love. Your healing.
Promises to BE. Promise to hear, to listen when all wants to go dorment.
Choices to be made. Choices made. Nothing exist inside the room behind my heart. All that lives, All that breathes is Love.
Not just the love that I have to give. Not just the love given to me. It is another Love.
The Greatest Love. The Love I give the love you give.. Swirls and melds together creating the perfect.
So to my room I go to live: to have: to hold for always.
In the promise of Love yet told. 5-11-6 ser. 6 years ago

Artist: Draw a picture of me: A tapestry of colours woven together with silk black threads of pain.

Painter: Paint the picture of me: Subdued hues of Red and Blue, intertwined with vibrant shades of purple and pink

Author: Tell the story of me, the raging river beneath the placid stream

Poet: Rhyme the verse of me. Wondrous words of adoration and charm

Musician: Play the music of my Soul. A Harmony of drums, bass and violin.

Singer: Sing the song of me. Heart wrenching Soulful pleas of understanding..

Dreamer: Dream of me: A dream of Lovers embarrassed in “That” Kiss that marks the Soul as your own… 7 years ago

May 1st was the Day.. That was the day I got the best news of my life. All I had wanted for years had come to this.. I let down my walls of self protection.. I accepted.. I trusted.

May 1st was the day my world shattered and the final Blow of death was dealt… Trust a mere mockery..

Breath.

The days that followed were a constant battle of spirit, of mind: Soul. Emotions and Feelings, jumping and crossing over. tumulous maze of “what do I do” “will this be okay” “can this be fixed”.............{your wrong} .... Again… Never saying the right thing. Hearing but not being heard 4 years and this has to end. Through the path of torment I carried a small light of peace. Have Faith – Believe. Fight. I grew so tired.. 4 years.

One: can not do this alone. I give, I surrender. I Will Have:
I cant do this by myself. I have so many things I Have to do.. Facing this… It has to End. I Felt Peace: God will help me. I have made my decision. I have made my choice. I now have to walk the path God would have me walk. I have to let go. I have to heal. I have to move on. Walk Alone or walk with you…{Your choice}.... I STILL HAVE TO WALK. 7 years ago

I have had some conversations these past few days that has really made me evaluate what friendship is.. I don’t mean just any friendship.. I mean the real kind..
There has been an influx of friendships that seem, well, not exactly what I am needing. When you have friends that it seems everything you say is taken in the wrong way… Nothing you say is the right thing no matter how hard you try.. A distance is created… I have been one of those people who always tries to bridge that gap make things better.. I don’t have the energy to do that these days… I wish I could, I want to….I also want to be accepted for my sadness, misunderstanding, and my hardness at times. It seems to me that so long as I am encouraging and uplifting that all is good.. And it is, who doesn’t want a friend like that.. What about those times when I am lost and confused.. when things coming out of my mouth doesn’t make sense to me or the friend.. what about those time.. Should I just be silent and keep to myself.. That sounds like a good idea and I have done that so much in the past.. What I am wondering is.. Will a real friend want you to do that? If a friend is more comfortable with you just and only, being “what they need” “when they need it” is that friendship… Or is that “you” filling a need in them.. ?
I think friendship accepts the bad in you as well as the good …. I don’t mean excusing them having bad behavior.. Or excusing them acting like a idiot.. It is most certainly a two way street.. I must accept my friends and their distance.. I must accept them in their confused and sad times.. When they are irritated and wanting to lash out.. I am not saying it is okay to lash out.. but it is understandable.. I have been lashed out to {at} lately.. I have had frustrations thrown at me… I did my best to be understanding with out creating a distance…It feels as if one has been created anyway.. How do you fix that sort of thing? Is it worth fixing? Am I the only one who thinks about these stupid things.? I want to be a better friend… I just don’t want to be PERFECT in order to be that friend.. I don’t want to feel that I have to hide me and my feelings to be that perfect friend. Maybe I am asking for too much. Maybe I am making to much out of things.. I feel discombobulated right now, disconnected from who I was, Not yet connected to who I am now… The past and the present fighting bitterly over the future… okay hit delete… No one read this… 7 years ago

Where is life taking you. Better yet answer this question { Where have you been}.
To truely understand where we are going, which direction is our path leading us .. We must first take a cold hard look at where we have been..
Life for most of us. No, all of us, has not been easy.. How many times have we all lamented about needing to be understood.. How many times have we looked into the eyes of grief and said, I know what your feeling…
And then walked away, as if that was the comfort needed..
To walk lifes path of perials and to survive … To overcome. That is not the end of the journey .
Merely the begining of the rest…. To crave understanding of our thoughts and decisions to desire to be heard, to have a feeling of “being”..
To be understood is to offer understanding… When grief wracks another the words “I know how you feel” Is simply not enough… What direction do you want your life to go.. Starting over can be a very unsettleing feeling.. Knowing that what was, what you knew as second nature no longer exist..
Does that path: the journey, does that matter so much as the destination.. I think that the path is the destination…
You learn the most on the walk: you pass through the fire of self realization.. So maybe the question should not be where are you headed but rather how are you getting there… The Valleys of life are necessary.. It is when we have fallen to our knees that we learn the most valuable lessons.. The one that prompts us to take a long hard look at who we are…
With out the triels of life we would not apperciate the joys..
With out the valleys we certainly would not know how beautiful the mountain top is.
posted by serenity 7 years ago

I realize that when someone starts to know me, the “real me”.
I get a little freaked out.. I start to think they will not like all the sorrow I have felt.. Well, who would right?
They wouldnt understand that there have been many triels I have faced and how far I have traveled to get to the place I am.. I was afraid that where I am is not far enough.. Hell, its not far enough for me at times.
I guess I expect everyone to just leave.. To see that the struggle to know me is too much and not worth it..
I don’t see at times the value of me.. I don’t believe at times that there is value in me.. That I may bring something to someones life that is a blessing “even in my imperfections.”
Be more understanding of my self. My defence Mech.. understand them and why I throw up those walls of distance.. understand why when I am at my most low, I make those who are truly concerned about me feel better when all I want to do is cry on a shoulder.. Understand that I don’t have to be perfect or say the right thing all the time..
Understand me.. I am getting closer, every day there is a new discovery.. even if this post points to the contrary. 7 years ago

how easy to say that.Much harder to do. I often take long drives, mostly with my children, our music and the imfamous picknic in the car. These drives are ment to clear my head, bring peace and serenity.
Clear Peace_~Serendipty held by Serenity. 4-3-5
With understanding myself, is to forgive myself for my faults and limitations. To recgonize why I have what I like to call “Emotional Moments”..
I share too much of my heart. Speak before I think. Wish I could take back the emotion that crept into my voice to betray the phrase ” I am fine.”.
understand me.* Acceptance, the embracing of my imperfections. 7 years ago