I am healthy, my children are healthy, my pets are healthy. I am grateful for that and the good we DO have. Our blessings are each other.
I am a good person even if I make mistakes.
I try very hard, often investing too much of myself. That’s okay because I am like that and give 110% to people I care for, my job, love…
I see all the sadness around me and I’m lucky that I’m not so poor, that I need to beg, or so sad that I think of death, or so sick that people isolate me.
I have all my limbs and aa great skin. I am so loved by my family and pets.
I am very grateful… how can I be down?
Why am I so astounded and hurt when people lie to me? I should know by now, surely.
Maybe I hope in my heart people can be good. Then I disappoint myself because good people are just rare…
The purpose of life is love. Love proves worth. I want to be worth more. Not being greedy. Not being needy. Just wanting to be loved.
We always have hope. I’m asking the Source to please hear me. Give me a good job, give me peace, give me happiness. I don’t want to just hope. I want it now. I deserve it!
Everyday the same, but not if you know what I mean
Continuous but motionless, nonsensical dream
Plod, do, polite
No nothing, no fight
Take my heart out of its protective casing
Give me joy, hope… please…
There’s a conspiracy I’ve not noticed before now. It’s called love.
It caught me surprise and has me prisoner.
During my incarceration I’ve learned so much about myself. I’m a constant student of the multiverse and I’m grateful to the Source for the magnificent gifts of love. I treasure it all, even that love which I’ve lost.
I’m addicted to love the way a drug addict is addicted to heroine… I know it may end me, but I am drawn.
My purpose is to serve out this sentence, love even more and accept the love given.
Parole is not what I want.
Peace and contentment is my high, affection is that feel good tingle and two souls becoming singular yet remaining separate is the vision.
Yes… I love this prison. It’s addictive.