Tossed about, to the groups that think they know the best for me, my passion damned. Walking into a blizzard, the improbable Snow White with dark hair, pale skin and lips darkened from the cold.
There are no dwarves here, in harsh reality. .I've no fairey tale end, never did..
Something after death... a life left behind, rebirth of self. A new chance to continue the journey with increased appreciation, grace, sense of what is deeply important. Death does not limit itself to our physical form, to blood pulsing through our veins and hearts beating to unique rhythm...death and rebirth can be a conscious decision, to remove the thorns of past traumas and discover life again.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
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