I write for me. For me and for the Universe. I write for the god and goddess that protect me. I only write for those who read. Not for those who don’t read.
So in a way I can say that I’m writing for those who come across my writings and not for the people who don’t care to read. Those who find it, found it for a reason. Those who’ve not found me yet, will find me when it’s the right time. If it’s ever a right time!
That was warm and bubbly. Instead I got a belt around my neck, pulled so hard I couldn’t breathe. I wanted something beautiful and cosy. Instead he forced himself upon me, and was hurting me every night. I wanted something kind and genuine. But it felt like that was too much to ask for.
I know you're there The Universe is calling I look up on the stars above Feeling calm The realm of the wise ones Is here If you only bother to find it.