Being someone different
Portraying a sense of fantasy
Be yourself, be yourself
Yet which self is true?
Portraying a sense of fantasy
Be yourself, be yourself
Yet which self is true?
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I hate it here. Where’s “here”? Everywhere. Can’t be everywhere, can it? No matter where I go, I am here… Perhaps a spaceship is in order? Am I really the only one…? Princess, I’m sure you’ll find your way home eventually. To Mars is where I truly belong! Maybe people don't realize what a smile can do. It's bright, pure, hopeful, meaningful, and truly compassionate in so many ways. Yet for many years I found my smile to be dulled. Brightness taken away from my desired expression. A beam, I wanted to beam, I needed to beam and yet... this beam wasn't want I wanted. What I thought it to be when I closed my eyes and pictures a smile. Now I am happy to say it's changing. Took a Jaw Surgery to do so, Lefort 1 and breaking bones, but I can feel my face changing. Little by little as the swelling goes down... I will finally have... a true smile. |
Julie MaxwellMusings and such, derived from a place in my heart... scribbled in delight on these white pages. Black ink works wonders on the contrast. Archives
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