there’s no reason to be so rapid, everyone knows about the turtle and the rabbit; what of a snail? I’m sure that would be a hell of tale.
what happens when you move just a tad bit slower? you just might recognize something that was just around the corner, and moreover.
slow-motion gives you distinct details, given broader opportunities that could impel. going over every moment with an open observation, that I’ll will only allow positive preservation.
the pages are getting thicker, seeing that this is something bigger; I refuse to exaggerate, I just can’t help but to contemplate.
chaperoning every move of another, I thank God for a powerful, and thoughtful mother; strong-minded whenever I should, doing all and more than I ever could.
I’m recognizing where the good is hidden it’s being honest, without the fibbing! what more could I say to better explain? i’m doing my best to maintain.
always making sure I am alert, and I am sane always…
subjected to only love, nurturing my heart only with positivity; finding peace and constant tranquility. putting together things anew, discovering creativity in more ways than two.
I usher my intuition, to manage stable premonitions – I’m making many changes, and I’m doing it at close range….
give me a royal blue sky, where the sunshine isn’t deprived; accommodating the opportunity to truly survive. show me a world undivided, that it’s possible to begin with love… we have it in us, we just got to apply it.
working on myself daily, I have no other story lately; I should always be enough, without it always being tough.
liberating my mind often, especially when needed, so when I’m inspired, I do my best to receive it.
window shopping my own rewards, for when I receive them, it’ll be adored; creating obligations that’ll be purposeful, and the way I’ll do it will not be subtle.
I’m long winded, mentally that is – It’s why do my best to condense the thoughts I shouldn’t be revisiting.
sheltering my heart from pain that could rip it apart; I’m really trying to shift my focus elsewhere, sometimes I don’t want to be bare after the very start.
I will flourish like a planted seed in the ground, I will grow and engage until my mind is truly sound.
I’ve been looking for better ways to approach things.
taking old habits, and cutting its strings.
I am pronouncing grace and favor over my life.
without any fussing or petty fights.
I am forgiving, for my own sake.
wanting more in life, than to just be awake.
taking a glimpse into my future, yearning for what’s in it, not later but sooner.
taking caution to any blind triggers, by treating its outcome as a simple figure.
being honest with the way life may’ve been, allowing education and guidance to lead me over and over again.
for myself I suggest peaceful practices, so my being is balanced above all averages..
there’s no need to see what’s under my clothes, if you have no desire to understand my soul; I am more than plumped breast and a soft behind, pay attention to the intellect that protrudes my mind.
harvest a meaningful conversation, show me what love is capable of without penetration; adore me for my gentle words, tell me that my smile is my sexiest curve.
love me with admirable gestures, let your choice to choose me be as light as a feather…
I’m sinking into a phase that’ll challenge me. as I move forward, it’ll also balance me; I am never ashamed to reveal my true self, there’s only one me, who could never be bought, no matter the amount of wealth.
opening my mind a little more; figuring I’ll be able to settle a couple scores. looking beyond common horizons; I shiver in warm climates, the energy is demising.
courting myself every year, because that’s apart of growth; I am pleased to know that I’m no longer in a space that it broke…
give me a wealthy amount of plunder; rescue my soul and spirit, even when there’s thunder.
sooth my mental state with courageous advice; elaborate on your emotions, and please be precise.
shelter my straying mind with reassuring affirmations; supply all my needs without a debated conversation.
I’m a love who needs reciprocation; shadow my nightmares with dreams of admiration.
descendants from one individual
Meriam-Webster
your actions, attitude, and train of thought, was first conceived within your childhood; without offending your competence in maturity, I’ll explain before I am misunderstood.
seriously, why do triggers that exist? maybe, we watch and observed so much as an adolescent; where do it all start? the rebellion, and rude remarks…
steady trying to wrap my mind around the thought of another’s trauma… I’m wondering if this is why we, at times, don’t receive a bequest of love, but drama…
what’s your background? not your resume, but the one you work hard at when no ones around; the things that if you told, would bring you down and frown; the generational inequities we were forced to shut-up about, so you don’t make a sound…
what negatives resulted in a positive? take me down the road you took, that gave you strength to forgive.
strategically creating a conversation, with only a select few, who received an invitation…
my mind is truly delicate; tread carefully with your choice of predicates…
run a mile within my psyche; see how amazed you’d become when you see similarities of Aphrodite…
putting myself in a productive environment; balancing my day and my temperament.
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