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.
Sunday, 12 November 2017
Was asked by friends who have returned to Valorn what they had missed, so starting at what they remembered I went through and told, what I knew, everything even my own sorry role in some of it... the good, and the bad. They looked at me like... I was this amazing person... gods if I only felt that way. Instead I feel so insignificant, so.. small. I've been through a lot... I know. And I guess some could have only made it though HALF... if they were lucky.. of what life has dealt me. I should feel strong and confident, yet I feel frail and weak. Rarely do people see beyond the confidence I portray to the world, to ashamed of my own weakness to let it be seen. For now I rest often. Always watching the world around me.
