i have read all the latest secrets from secret Sunday...they all bring me to tears....
i am just thinking in terms that there still are people out there who will judge those anonymous voices..... yes, this secret Sunday is for a non-judgement place to go...but, some of the secrets hurt me.....i know that one person will read it and judge...i would hope that those who realize that the only reason they wrote them was for a sigh of relief.......not everyone has a good support system. what we sometimes forget is that they all had reasons to do what they did in the past.... it may hurt to admit things now but, everyone should have a right to speak up and say what they know they could have never said before...
when you read or even write something..anything to someone you don't realize that it has the same effect it would have if you said it to them in person....it still hurts as much as it ever would. no matter how great & high up you are in the world....you still make mistakes. it hurts to realize those little things...you can't fix everything....sometimes even the best fall down
ALONE
Yes, she is the one.
The desperate, lonely one
That lives in glimpses of thoughts.
She is the desire, the hunger, the forgotten.
She is hiding in the secret places.
Like a tuneless dance, she lives.
The twisting, and turning, and melting,
No steady rhythm, no perfect beat.
She plays there in the darkness,
Searching for Dream
(the only love she'd ever felt)
A fleeting creature, never met,
She aches for him,
For his touch,
For his kiss,
His trust.
She pulls gently on strings,
Hanging from them
Like a bird on a trapeze,
And weaving them crookedly
Into her perfect, nothing skin,
And into the creaks and corners
Of her soul.
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beautifully true....
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I love this post I think It is one of the most inspiring posts you have written...such a great message :)
ReplyDeleteI couldn't have said it better than Julia! Great writing!! <3
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