kcirishbabe
I have a gift that I want to give my better half. It is years upon years away. But it is the most selfless thing a woman can give a man. When the time is right, it will happen when we both want it to. We want to be ready for when this miracle comes. I have dreams about this gift entering the world. We briefly discuss the plans and ideas of this gift sporadically. We obviously have other things to focus on in our relationship. But when that day comes, it makes me feel so blessed to know that I personally can give him this gift. Until then, it's just me and him taking over the world.
I sit in the living room while the strong rains pelt the bay window. I'm glancing through a book when I look up and notice the shimmery rose vase I have sitting on my mantle. It sits there all alone. Surrounded by pictures and a clock, it just seems out of place. The poor, beautiful thing has been with me all these years. I saunter over to the vase and pick it up delicately. I walk to my front door as I continue peering all around the vase and its' features. After throughly examining it, from its' cracks to its' hand-painted roses, it flies out of my hand and into the front yard. It shatters into a million pieces. No longer do I have to worry about its' purpose in my home or in my life. And that is that.
When you commit yourself to someone, you are allowing them access to your soul. They're going to be exposed to the nitty gritty and the most beautimous sights of your life. The creation and sealing of your bond is priceless. Once you reach that point, you will know that they are the One.
There once was a time when my pale skin was painted bronze. Countless summers of being out in the sweltering heat allowed my canvas to be engraced with millions of freckles and an orange-tint. However, the older I get the more my skin becomes sensitive to the sun and its' overbearing rays. My flesh is a milky-white. My freckles become darker on top of my ghostly frame. I look as though as I reside in the United Kingdom. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I contain all the elements inside this body that resides the Earth. My heart is filled with a fiery passion for love and a zest for life. I'm constantly reminding the world of the fire that resides within my soul upon my head of red hair. The water flows through the many rivers of life that consists of beliefs, thoughts and paths. The air within my lungs keeps me alive and allowing my dance amongst the Earth to be a dance of purity. I am a work of art in a bodily form.
I am known as the Queen to my Better Half. When the Queen is not amused, I am not pleased. It probably means something stupid has been said. I then retort with an affectionate nickname I have coined up for him. I win the battle. And he lets me.
I thought you had forgotten all about me. Little did I know that I was always on your mind. You avoided me; I took it as you pushing yourself away as a friend. When I needed you the most, you were right by my side. And you have never left. You didn't forget about me at all. All you had to do was wait.
I'm no longer a victim of fear. The days can pass by without a battle taking over my heart. No longer does my life fall short of any anguish. I live my life knowing that the next day is going to be ok - because I am loved. Everything about me is secure. Denial and hate no longer fill my mind. I am now the woman I was destined to me.
Delivering first-hand news to people grants you power as a messenger. Being a journalists or town-crier has the ability to share information with the world. Handing out the scoop to people in communities gives you a title of importance. You are giving them a story, critical information or facts that could inhibit how they live their life that day or forever. Journalism, the power of words.
Sometimes having power feels good. Even if it is a minimal moment of leadership, power can be used to one's personal and professional benefit. The other day I told someone "what to do." Back in the day someone would be telling me that exact same thing. Now that I've worked my way up, I've been able to generate tasks to my co-workers because I know how to get the job done. I am instilled with the fact I have to generate the spark in people to work. When they listen to me, it makes me feel mighty. I am in charge.
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