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.
Wednesday, 22 January 2020
I remember once telling someone that being around them calmed the storm that raged inside my mind, and one day them telling me I would have to find my own calm. It's been many turns since I finally found it, an acceptance that calmed everything in side my mind, heart, and soul. It's been a long time coming but I'm glad I've finally found it, perhaps now I can truly live again.
