These days of no sunshine, just seem to pass by,

But it's part of me, of a life lived, to stand in the rain and let it pour.

I may be completely alone, but within me, a vast world stretches beyond what life could of even offered.

There is more, so much more to me than people's stupid, self oriented perspective.

So I don't see myself through your eyes. I look at myself from within...

Endless fields of purple flowers on gentle rolling hills, jagged snow tipped mountains with mountain lions and bears, trees bigger than skyscrapers, deserts full of life, sparkling oceans and creatures big and small. Poetry and music and supernatural experiences. Beauty beyond what I could possibly express with words, yet still I try to share 🖤

The world outside of me is no longer reality. So many people want to harm, to judge, to impress, destroy to let me know I am less than 😂

Less than what?

We are all sacks of flesh so it is sad to see souls reject one another for living different lives. Deeply saddening. When peace and acceptance is such a viable option.

So I retreat. To be called avoidant when I face everything. To be called rude when I could never be as bitter as my truth has been. To be called unlovable when most everyone who loved me died.

My inner world is intensely beautiful.

Oh how I would love to share. But not caring is trending. Avoidance we call boundaries is popular.

So many buzz words and personal opinions, none that matter.

Had I know I'd be living in my own little world alone, I wouldn't of done anything different 🖤

I like me. I love my son. I worship the earth that sustains us. I worship nothing else, and no notion created by man trying to build a universal world. Causing conflict for rightness. No.

Not that I am right either, but even if nothing about me is soft, it is sacred, it is safe in itself. And would be safe for others if there was any genuine interest. But most people see me as a screwball. And idiot. So be it. I'll be putting flowers in my hair and talking to turtles.