Me.

Me.

ME!

All I can be is me.

I have been watching posts and uplifting content from folk and sites I admire and receive much joy from.

I return to MY small site and words and…

Smh.

I wonder, STILL, how The Universe, can peer down at little OLD me and…

Think ME altogether lovely. Wow!

Who woulda thunk it?!

I am:

Loud.

Can stop the list there. The world does not care much for loud. Unless loud is brass, brash and tramples over everything not caring about what it tramples on.

My loud is…*shrug*…love on steroids.🤷‍♀️

All I know how to be is me.

It’s a good thing, isn’t it, that being us is fantastic?!

Me.

I shall continue to be.

Me.

It’s not easy being me. I’m a lot. I know this about me. A lot to be a good thing though, can’t it?

Keep on being you, beloved. This world could use a whole lot more of us, don’t you think?

Being me,

Cassandra

• 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.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢