| `` they say we'll rot in hell ..... i don't think we will.`` |
[09 Dec 2011|12:17am] |
His kiss is like a ghost. It's the faintest trace of soft and it's presence in my life keeps me grounded. There is a great deal of my past that has left me unsettled for sometime. It nags me, the part of me that doesn't always feel quite good enough because I haven't lived up to the standards that were set before me. Sometimes that part of me takes me over and it takes the ghost of those lips across my forehead to remind me that I live my life by design, even if that design is one of my own and not a preset pattern. I never was good at coloring, because I always strayed outside the lines. I also saw the world in more color than was presented forth as options. Leopards are not blue and often earn you quite the red circle mark from a teacher if you believe that they are.
When I look at my life in more than jaded glance? I realize I have an incredible existence. I still see the world through glasses not made of rose, but of rainbows. Sometimes a little cloudiness may appear but it's only the rain bringing on the flowers and re-emergence of sunshine. Sometimes sunshine comes from one of our darling children, who will show me all of the things they find fascinating and I can see it through their eyes. They are far from naive, they know how the world works. They also still have an innocence in which to view things from such a wonderful viewpoint. To be young is a treasure that should not always be taken for granted. You may find that one day, you're the crazy older lady writing in her journal to attempt to make thoughts clear and realizing that instead? You sound like a broken book of poetry.
Let's break the poetry cycle. I'm Angelina, a mother and a long term girlfriend to one of the most wonderful men that I have ever been fortunate enough to fall in love with. The decisions in my life have been a subject of controversy and chaos. Choose to believe about me as you shall, but speaking only for myself? I don't set out to fall in love, but falling in love is something I rather allow happen naturally than to ignore or push aside. I don't choose to live my life by the standards set by most people and I probably never will. I feel as if expectation is extremely overrated. Make your own fate, because no one else will make it for you and live your life as proudly as you wish to live it.
I leave you with questions, because I feel it's the best way to get to know each other rather than reading some entry full of rambles that make barely any sense. I must confess? Doing this when I am tired may be something I regret when I read it back in the morning. For now, here are your questions. I will be kind and leave anonymous posting on for those of the shy structure. I will also be more coherent and less poetic when I reply to them.
1) Using a single song lyric or verse, what is the best thing in your life right now?
2) What currently makes you smile? Pictures are welcome.
For the dirtier questions:
3) If you could do anything with anyone, what would that anything be and who would the anyone be?
4) You're given a private island for the weekend. The catch? You're only allowed a singular sexual toy and your partner of choosing. What do you bring?
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[15 Nov 2011|10:56pm] |
i don't belong here, i gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife.
'cause this time i'm right to move on and on, far away from here.
got nothing against you and surely i'll miss you.
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