She asked me…
“Who are you?”
3 years later:
I’m a woman who’s mind is freed, from the constraints and expectations of society
No more crippling electric anxieties…
For I am content, so bloody content that I am me!
A perpetually entwined tumbleweed; gathering the ‘good stuff’ on which my soul needs to feed. . .
It collects some shite too – but let us agree, that these hiccups and bad things are necessary. . .
Just CHOOSE not to let them impeed. . .
OUR GROWTH
I have low tolerance; But high expectations
I work hard; But get lost in hours of contemplation.
I have my answer to “who are you?”. . .
It’s something I love, and something I don’t need to share. I hold it close, I just know that its there!
But I’ll pay the question forward. . .
“Who are you?”
Answer in your own time. . .
And when you know, hold on to this gift …and keep it for you!
RAIN WITH A CHANCE OF SPEEDBALLS 