#Manditory

Church is just a place for people to refill on energy and remember to just be a better person, everyday. I dont need a church. I make my own energy and I do good so I know I am good.

It was in the darkness that I made the light you can’t stop looking at.

The familiar voice said, "wrong number"

I'm trying so very hard to live better, think wiser and live in the moments I am given. It is all a gift, if looked at a certain way. The weight of what I have not accomplished does feel heavy but I am a conduit for energy proving greater than my fears. I overcame more. This is the time where my legacy is being written. I swear I am lit and swear to do good with my light, but if your in my way. The fire in me may burn you.

Earth is an ever-changing battleground between peoples processes that build it up and those that tear it down.

Comparing worlds with one another teaches us what shapes a world, both on the surface and in the interior.

To them id say

Through the thicket of things that stand in my way, i will not lose sight of the beauty in all of it.

I cant promise to have all the answers, but i can promise that you wont have to try them on alone.

Maybe I self-destruct once I’m closer to my dream because I’m afraid to get it. When I look around the room to see who is trying to stop me this time; I’m only noticing the mirror.

Some things I will never understand, Like how people can live with themselves knowing they mentally destoyed someone. The more I hurt the more excitement I have seen in eyes so mean. I carry a fear that we might never get along because peace isn't his religion. Being his wife was like being in a one person cult. Which would take years longer than I'd like to have recovered, but I married the narcissist my mother was. Like she, I also married the abuser my father was. So I stuck by him like mother told me be a for the best. But I held long enough for him to get 9 years toward erasing me. Starting over was like waking up from a coma. Everything is foggy, and my bones hadn't enough time to heal. I had to relearn and uncondition yourself from what his dark side got kinky off. He liked lifting fear from her eyes, and placing words in her that stabbed at her for a really long time after. in eyes so mean. I fear we'll never get along because peace isnt his religion. Being his wife was like being in a one person cult. Which would take years longer to revover than she liked to admit, but she married the narcissist her mother was to her. Her mother loving him should have been a warning. She hears even still that her mother and ex husband remain quite close.  So she married the abuser her father was. Starting over was like waking up from a coma. Everythings foggy, maybe your bones havent healed and you have to realize your about to relearn everything you were taught and try to uncondition yourself.  He got a kinky look in his eyes.  lifting fear from her eyes, placing words in her that stabbed at her for a really long time excited him. Shes stronger now and tired of tasting what people left in her. And now...shes so damn close to becoming everything the world needs. Everything her two little worlds need. Its taking ages to longer that I'd like admit but recovering from  him gave no doubt in my mind that we name storms after people because some people with leave you like a hurricane. .