A war is waging.
Deep inside.
No idea who/what is winning.
I know I am tired of this internal battle. I would like to live a boring life where I cared not for a thing but paying bills, being comfortable, getting through. Yep, I sure wish my heart would allow me to live a boring damned life already!!!!
Dammit. I detest swearing. Shhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiit.
Ah, beloveds, I wish I wasn’t a writer. I wish words would have never nestled deep within. I wished those same words would stay buried, would stay silent, would leave me the hell alone.
Not knowing what to DO with these damned words is damnably hard. What if I don’t say them? What if I do? I am tired of the unknown.
GGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ.
The Universe woke me. Said someone needed my words. Their why is mixed up with my words. And, my why is mixed up with their dreams. Ack and what in the fresh hell!!?
Anyway, beloveds, I am stopping by to encourage SOMEBODY to keep on keeping on. Don’t give up. Not just yet. Your dreams are yet to be fulfilled. So are mine. I wish they would hurry.
I think the tornado has sucked every rational thought from my brain. Now, all my brain can think of is waiting for SOMETHING/SOMEONE to….I don’t even know what I am waiting for. Yet, my heart knows. Ack.
If I am not making sense, don’t blame me. The Universe has come and turned my world upside down. My heart is seeking the unknown. I want to run back to what has always been comfortable.
I shall be 56 soon. What shall 56 bring? Who knows. God does and He ain’t telling. Fresh hell.
For some reason, someone, somewhere needed these particular words. Take them. In return, can you bring me my dreams?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Be encouraged. If we weren’t close to our miracles hard wouldn’t be fighting us so hard. Keep going. In the meantime, keep on being good to you. Put on some uplifting music. Read a book. Watch a comedy. Crawl up on The Father’s Lap and bore Him with ALL your cares as I plan on doing. Who is with me?
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- 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
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