I will be loved, and I am loving in return.
Your intentions in life right from the moment I saw your beautiful soul was taken away from you. Your entire world was gutted by the one and only evil and potent spirit of what they call the satanic scriptures and the Babylon of life. We did not ask to be born in such a hostile environment, for your intentions throughout life were always innocent and beautiful, you were given to the hands of the devil. You were handed in the palms of my worst nightmare and your living nightmare.
Mostly the part that hurts the most is how to even say thank you to those who you grew up with and lived with for so long. My heart aches each time I must consider the idea of giving thanks to the ones I knew since birth. What about the ones I knew when I was in school, and the loved ones I met throughout high school. Giving thanks to many of those who you have known has become an aching task where my heart breaks. I cannot even think about the idea of giving thanks to anyone of my past.
It makes me wonder how does marriage work out for couples who have been married for less than three years. I would like to dedicate this story to the new relationships that are now blooming and blossoming.
And of course, I do not mean just any loofah and body bath. We all have that one brand we seem to always navigate towards, this happens to be me.
How do you open your heart when the part about opening your heart was always shut off by your peers and others around you?
As I gather my thoughts upon typing this, I would hope that this makes sense, or somewhat makes some kind of sense… I am still feeling quite unwell from yesterday when I ate the soft serve from the shop. I am not sure if it was the food they had sold or if it was the energy of the place that had made me turn off from ever going back to this shop ever again. I literally came back home in such a rush because I had this feeling that my food was laced with something that had made me have extraordinarily little control of my own body. It was as though I could have soiled my pants and not even know I had done so. I had to pull out a night pad just to wear for on my way home so that I would have something to catch my potential bowl moments which may or may not empty from my insides along my way home.