It is quiet.
My heart, soooooooooo still.
Yesterday, my heart raged.
Waves of emotions.
Spilling from everywhere.
From EVERYWHERE!
Raging.
Pounding.
Pounding ME, into submission.
Submission to and from what?
I have no idea.
It is quiet.
The quiet, however, contains many questions.
The quiet asks, if I shall, listen.
I shall.
The quiet says, it has many things to show me, if I am willing, to see.
I will.
I must go now.
Quiet is calling.
It is loud.
I am listening.
quiet,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note 🗒: I think most fear the quiet. I fear, most fear what the quiet, may say. Be still, beloveds, and let The Universe, er, the quiet, speak with and to you. Alas, I gave away The Speaker. Or, did I? Ah. Aha! Listen…
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 