His name was Jesse*. I met him in fifth grade. Today is his birthday. And I loved him.
The one thing I still don't know about is what 'the one' has in store for me.
I have to stay open to love and being loved, so I can figure out how to make it known I do too.
Somehow, someday I'll get dealt the perfect hand, knowing the coldness will melt when it's time to ante up.
There's no chance of even making eye contact when the focus is ever downward.
People are not commodities. We can't just be picked up and thrown out like yesterday's garbage. People have been doing that for centuries, disposing of those they find no longer necessary. Some even go as far as to take their physical life. I say no more. I say we avoid that as much as we … Continue reading yeah, fight the system
short message. i hope you hear it.
Have you ever called someone and had them answer with, "I was just thinking about you!" It's one of the greatest feelings in the world. It's as if you heard their plea to speak with you. It's intuition. And not to get too guru gaga on you, but I believe this is the Law of … Continue reading Can you hear me now?