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.
Friday, 14 October 2016
Seems I am weaker then I thought... but through knowing ones weakness comes strength. I did what I seriously thought I wouldn't do. And was not until this last turn... until the very last moment in truth...when faced directly with the choice that I changed. Had one told me a quarter cycle ago I would do what I've done I would have told them to seek mental rehab....yet it has happened. Though my intentions are the seeking of knowledge, in particular it is the new magic that I crave. Am I an idiot?... Probably. But the choice is made, and this new path I must walk.
