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.
Saturday, 13 April 2019
Been a long time since I've been able to put ink to my thoughts, nice to do so again. Not much has happened to me anyway. Life goes on much the same. Still as alone as I've been, still having found no one who touches my heart. I guess I've become so use to it I seem unapproachable now to people. Though I've gotten to where I don't care anyway, most who try to catch my attention are children and I want someone who can stand beside me, not an idol worshiper. Sometimes I wonder if that is wanting too much. But I would rather be alone then with someone I can't have a conversation with because they simply agree with what I say, because I say it. I find I truly am better off alone, and I have made peace with it. But my smile comes naturally now which is nice to find joy again.
