beautifulwonders

I hope to be kind to as many people as possible, and hope that it helps at least one person along the way because I know that when someone has been kind to me on days that have been hard, things become easier for a moment and life isn't as hard to bear. I hope to be genuine, and remind myself to be down to earth because enough is already lost to the chaos of this world.

It's thundering outside, the rain is almost beginning to fall. I listen intently to the sounds, I am a virgin to the warm Texas night. The weather is reflective of what my mind experiences, moment to moment almost every day lately. It comforts me to hear the bellows, it makes me feel like I'm not the only one on earth who feels this way right now. Quiet sits my home, hushed by dark blue skies. It gives me space to feel more than I would like to, but as much as I need to to sort out the scrambled pieces of my life. Silence falls every now and again, pinching off my ability to think, blocking off my need to pour out words. But again, the thund

I would love to be anything that had no desires. Anything at all with no material needs. A bird, a tree, a pebble or stone. I hate Santa Cruz. I am a cheater, a shoplifter, a liar. I am a fiend, a two bit good for nothing piece of shit. I never saved anybody's life. I've never done anything good worth mentioning. I am a conniving hypocritical bitch. I am not worthy of anyone. I am nothing. I bisect into negativity like a line moves to its origin. I pass a heads-up penny, and the meaning is worthless to me. I am unable to change myself. I remain constant in my flaws. I continue to fall, voluntarily. I am not a good person. I am not a good pe