Policy of freedom, a guide for the people, meant for equalization and used for terrorization. Creating hate and spreading poverty, lies upon lies from filth to anguish. They have the control created in the electricity of hate and greed. Sparks seen by those in a convent of mistrust, wearing a mask with covered eyes, may only vision with blinded ears, only comprehending ideas washed through their empty matter.
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.