Love-Joy
The old woman is sitting at her vanity table, frowning in front of the mirror, manipulating the deep lines she sees cradling her tired green eyes and the ample frame bordering her thin crinkled lips with her fingers like a sculptor searching for the face of a lost subject.
"Where have you gone?" She whispers, reminiscing, somewhat tearfully about her lost youthful beauty. Startling her, her husband of forty years steps into the reflection of the mirror behind her and she casts her eyes downward turning a shade of rose at the thought of him having seen her lament.
He approaches her and strokes her gray crown lovingly, then places his arthritic clenched fist softly against her cheek and says,
"I didn't marry your beautiful shell. I married your beautiful soul. My love for you is ageless."
And she looks up swallowing both of their last words spoken.
Revelations in Love - The British Version
These two are written by the @peepshow writers. I thought you'd like them:
1. Isn’t it convenient that out of the approximately three billion adult women in the world, your one true love happens to live in the same block of flats as you, instead of in a village in Mozambique?
2. Oh God she is just so lovely and she doesn’t even realise it. Probably no one’s ever told her. I should tell her!! No, don’t tell her. If she realises, I’m finished.
Of The Unconditional
Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse.
Romans 12:14
Of A Mother And Son
When he was eleven
she handed him over
to be turned to a man.
He cried up to heaven.
Innocence was over.
Since then, he's tried to stand.
She is now eighty-four,
cannot see, cannot hear,
but will not accept help.
He, pulling from his core,
love, is forever near,
though she may call him whelp.
Enough Is Enough
For centuries chaos has ruled the land. Soldiers return home to a place of stillness. But their hearts are still lost in the battlefield. To a feeling of death and power. To the despair fueling their survival.
The worst wasn't the war. It was the sickness festering within. Both in mind and body. A plague then covered the land. A quiet killer, faceless and unbiased. Trapped within their homes many despaired. What is there to go back to? Why should anyone return?
A young lady looked up from her book, admiring her garden outside the window. Inside multiple herbs mixed and matched creating a maze of smells. She placed down her book to make a cup of hot chocolate.
Sunlight embraced the house, lighting up the red and purples hidden in her furniture. As she passed the kitchen one could almost swear her eyes were golden. Her hair fell down to reveal warm brown eyes.
Her feet lightly skipped on stones covered in moss. The light beamed through water, creating a warm ocean. The kitchen was more a fairy tale than a city dwellers house. Nature perfectly in tune with technology. The wall were coated in layers of fire repellant made from mushrooms and fish skin. Surprisingly it smells like apples. A few years ago an earthquake created cracks in her walls. Within days the cracks were gone but required a new coating. She recycled the broken bits of her home into new pieces of art. Some were added to a mural in the garden.
A small winged creature landed on her shoulder. A fairy of her own creation. The sound of the stove lighting startled it, its form shifted to a firey green. The lady chuckled. Together they hummed to a new lullaby.
The lullaby is a new story shes adding to her book. Her book cover has metallic colors swirling together in intricate vines, framing the title. It includes many of her recipes with small stories to keep the little ones interested. She has many other projects in motion to share her gifts with the world.
Her live streams are upoaded to many places. The door to the underground fridge has a schedule of her health classes along with her roommates' schedules. All of them are healers. A few of them are illegally healing others for free. Others are taking the legal path and are currenlty taking online classes. Their neighbors are studying law to help them.
The lady is studying engineering along with her health courses to build better homes. There are many unuploaded videos in her computer to show children how to build solar panels and all kinds of things with things available in dollar stores or in the kitchen. Soon they will make their move and no one will be able to stop them. Humanity will heal whether it wants to or not.
First love
I felt kinda crazy. Like, is this Love? Really? If it is, then I like it. This feeling of happiness, fullness, & LOVE. I want to be with you forever & I don't know why I feel like this but I hate the feeling I get when I see you or when I think about you but you soothe it when I'm with you. And I LOVE that I can call that LOVE.
Dear Mee,
All the days you live in fear, you will forget. I know at times it will feel like that is every day, and at that time, you think you will never be able to forget the fear. The face of it, the smell of it, the ache of it. But you will. The days you remember are the ones in which you live.
You know those moments. You know those moments. When your heart feels as if will burst through your chest but not from anxiety, from happiness! At first, there aren't a lot of moments like that. And you will struggle a lot to find and keep the happy in your life. Time and again you will push away the blissful moments, those who bring you involuntary smiles, laughter and peace because you don't believe you deserve these things.
It will be more than a decade that you struggle but life will have its way with you, because you're just not meant to despair forever. You will walk a path of healing, of growth, self-discovery and love. You will hold hands, gaze into the souls of and exchange hearts with so many beautiful people. You will write your truth, and it will save your life.
You will become more beautiful than you ever thought you could be. There will be amazing people who cycle in and out of your life, and someday, I believe, you will find someone who will cycle in and not want to cycle back out. Someone who will be a permanent hand to hold, soul to dance with and keeper of your heart. Hopefully ten years from now, I can write me all about him.
For now though, I can tell you the future is a beautiful place. You created a life of struggle for yourself, being you, and that's okay. Because beautiful does not mean easy. But 90% of your beauty comes from your strength. So go ahead and get knocked down, you will be so much stronger when you get back up.
Oh, and you are so very loved.
Always,
Mee
stars
My dreams are like the stars scattered across the midnight sky.
When I was little, I thought I could jump up and reach them, feeling them tickle against my soft skin.
Now I know that they are thousands of light years away, nowhere near my grasp.
But it's okay.
I'll just take a rocket ship to reach them. It may take longer, and be harder, but I'll get there someday.
