So…. I think I’m going to Tarot Read.. I’ve always had a thing for that, and I’m Wiccan. I feel as though I can sense more than just the vibe a person has.
Calm in the dead of night.
Peering, piercing, penetrating.
No sense of communication.
An altering black hole of vibrant colors.
Once upon a time these stars blazed exuberance, shining as bright as a dull knife in dirt.
In the dead of night.
I have recently got back into writing, and I have a notebook, figured why not have a blog too?!
So, my whole life there were struggles, with your typical twacked out mom, a father who’s working too hard to keep it together. I grew up in that typical trailer trash society, and now that I’ve grown, I start to understand the steps to become that dream lady I see everyday in the mirror.
There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.