An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Thursday, 01 June 2017
Doubt, in ones self, is like a poison. Slowly affecting the way you think. Once the seed of doubt is planted if one is not careful it can slowly grow...poisoning all rational thought...making you feel; unworthy, like what you know and believe is wrong, even when your rational mind knows you are not. It can cause you to slowly retreat from life..from those who care about you... making you feel alone, unloved. And once planted it can choke all good positive proof, twisting the truth, until you no longer know what is right. Even when your rational mind KNOWS the truth and tries to fight for a while...this poison will wait....seeping in slowly, day by day... causing you to run...not understanding what is happening. Until it has consumed your sanity, until you are nothing but an empty shell of who you once were.
