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 January 2020
Peace is such a rare thing in my life. Always obsessing over one thing or another... or frantically trying to figure out my life and change it instead of accepting things as they are. I am not looking for something else, or dreaming of being with someone to take away the loneliness I've felt all my life.. amazingly that feeling left not long after I stopped looking and a peace settled. The past cycle has been insightful and peaceful as I finally accepted my life as it is, gods how I wish I had learned to accept things long, long ago. But I will not agonize on the past, as I've accepted it as as if it were a school master, teaching me hard lessons I needed to learn. Now I go forth into the future, hopefully wiser and happier then before.
