She writes … she writes like a battering ram, through the impenetrable. If only I…. but I don’t write that way. Or. Not. Yet. I’m not ready to write. Yet. Or so I say. But I write, here and there. Inappropriately. I appropriate other’s spaces.
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Precious Heart ~ finding the path out of darkness
The Choice :: To Live
So I wonder at myself, again. I wonder when will I choose to live? Yes. I’m alive, I’m manifest in this corporeal form. I made that choice before I had a body to live in. I’m here, asking this question, because I made the choice to be alive. But I […]