There is something sooooooooooo precious, about holding your fragile dreams, in YOUR hands.
You are afraid, you will, crush it.
You are terrified, Life will, crush it.
You are scared, God will, crush it.
You are certain, The Universe will, crush it.
You assume, the world will, crush it.
So, you hold it, protectively, in your grasp.
God asks you, to trust Him, with your dreams.
You are afraid to.
Life asks you, to trust It, with your dreams.
You are terrified to.
The Universe asks you, to trust It, with your dreams.
You are scared to.
Your dreams are just too fragile!
The heartbeat, of your dreams, is steady. It is strong. So, are your dreams. Alas, you find the fragile one, is you!
Ah.
Aha!
*Cassandra gently hands her fragile heart/dreams, over to Those who have promised to protect them*
at peace,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note:🥰
- 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
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 