she’s just young...and i don’t mean that...i mean...she’s going through stuff we can relate to and understand...if you just take the time to do so. and not be afraid of the pain.
we can help her. i can help her...and she can help us. she’s already been helping us...and me. i’m glad for whatever role she’s playing.
i’m only sorry it’s so painful for her. i don’t like wounding innocent beasts. she’s so innocent...even if she doesn’t know it.
“She was… She was all things Alluring and sweet A handful with cold feet She was maddening Gladdening and angling Haranguing and even saddening She was sensual and submissive Not a pushover on any issue But she craved surrender and to give She was full… Of life and love And thirsty for so much more She was hard and stoic She built walls never broached But she dreamed they’d fall, fall, fall She needed to be needed To be tamed, leashed and a master heeded Until she’d purr, kneel and crawl She couldn’t feel truly alive Until she was tested by fire Captured, stinging her flesh a sinful choir She was so complex Any man would despair or easily vex But she was craving far more than deviant sex She wanted at those inflection points Not to be courted, but to be owned She could be the queen on sins throne To be put on a pedestal Coveted, toyed corrupted Until she was filled as a precious vessel But at the end of the day She needed much tenderness Understanding and love was her quest Only a madman Could pursue her to Gehenna But if he did, she’d revere him forever”
Please, don’t give up on your dream. Ever. If plan A doesn’t work out, then go for plan B. If plan B doesn’t work, then it’s plan C. There are unlimited routes that you can take to get to where you want to go, and reach for your highest calling. It’s not a matter of whether you can get there, whether it’s achievable, or whether it’s even possible, but rather if you can navigate yourself around the patches of life. Don’t let them stop you. You just have to find the path that takes you there. -Nicole Addison
i took so many walking journeys growing up. in jamaica, i took them alone or with a friend. always a boy. i only had one female friend there, in school, and she lived way out in green island.
i took many walks alone. that yearning, when you’re tired, hungry, thirsty and just want to be at rest...i hope Sox lived a good life. he was such a good dog. Jamaican dogs...they’re different. so...that wanting to be home at the end of the journey is a real thing.
then you want to go out and do it all again...
Just when you think you’re not getting anywhere, just remember that you actually are. You’re working your way there, one step at a time.