So, I have completed my first year of uni. I unlike my fellow students do not want to fill my body with alcohol, I want to relax. I am tired of the pressure of being anything. I want to live inside an apartment that is all mine and not worry about anyone telling me what to do. If I could stop the sun from rising so I could have endless night for a month I would.
To have no interruptions, just blissful silence.. I want to long for the sun, long for life and excitement. I currently just want everything on pause. I don't want to age anymore or hear problems of others, of those suffering in other parts of the world. I want a precious moment that breathes into my heart.... "peace"... to hear the quietness of a safe room with soft bed sheets and soft twinkly light from fairy lights whispering to me.... "peace Rita Mae... all is well" ... and have those soft words wrap around me like the warmest of blankets followed by thoughts of magic... Of fantastic places, floating in to kiss my forehead and gift me with good dreams.
I hope one day I become an author, that many will read my words and feel comfort. I was always unable to express the way I felt to others when I was younger and thus, my books as a child were my friends. I went to an old book store recently and the smell of old books was welcoming. The books all seem to be standing at attention for me to caress and open them. The pages were thin and yellowed, there was evidence others who had kept them as friends had scrawled thoughts upon the pages. I must go for now my dears...
kisses for those wanting to dream beyond the pages of their life.
To have no interruptions, just blissful silence.. I want to long for the sun, long for life and excitement. I currently just want everything on pause. I don't want to age anymore or hear problems of others, of those suffering in other parts of the world. I want a precious moment that breathes into my heart.... "peace"... to hear the quietness of a safe room with soft bed sheets and soft twinkly light from fairy lights whispering to me.... "peace Rita Mae... all is well" ... and have those soft words wrap around me like the warmest of blankets followed by thoughts of magic... Of fantastic places, floating in to kiss my forehead and gift me with good dreams.
I hope one day I become an author, that many will read my words and feel comfort. I was always unable to express the way I felt to others when I was younger and thus, my books as a child were my friends. I went to an old book store recently and the smell of old books was welcoming. The books all seem to be standing at attention for me to caress and open them. The pages were thin and yellowed, there was evidence others who had kept them as friends had scrawled thoughts upon the pages. I must go for now my dears...
kisses for those wanting to dream beyond the pages of their life.
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