Can you trust me?
Those four words and the way he looked at me pulled at something that had long since been forgotten, or had simply refused to be acknowledged.
How rare to find someone whose energy speaks so powerfully as to awaken sleeping mountains. … Speaking less….feeling more
I am not who you think I am. Do not put your expectations upon me, because they are yours, not mine.
I will not ask of you anything, because it is your journey, not mine.
She was old and world-weary, ugly and patched up where she’d been weather beaten, seen too much sun and fought too many waves.
I got told last night that I seemed like hard work (to hit on). What is it about someone needing to make an effort to get to know me that I took to be a bad thing? Is there still a part of me or our collective feminine – which believes women need to be comely and easy and fall at the feet of any man who shows an interest in us in order to be accepted?
We have such different ideas of what constitutes a life well lived.
Do you look for the next thing to make the adrenalin course through your veins to remind you that you’re human and immortal or do you crave the quiet and peace of an easy life?