We need...
Sometimes we need to cry. So don't hold it all in.
Sometimes we just need to allow our walls to break down. And we need to sob our hearts away.
So don't keep those tears locked away. Release those chains that hold everything tight. And cry.
You are never alone.
I'll hold your hand. And I'll cry with you.
❤
Selfish\VS/Selfishness
Lust is selfishness desire
That we get occasionally
And fades away quickly
Like fog in the morning
Love is selfish existing being
That will take things from you
And will make you do things
You never thought you would do
But you would.
#Philosophy
#Love-VS-Lust
#Giving-VS-Taking
#Selfish-VS-Selfishness
#Eternity-VS-Temporary
Evil.
Evil.
Everybody has their own way of explaining the word.
Sandy Jane had her own way too.
Evil. The men that hurt her.
They ripped away every ounce of dignity and pride she had, just as easily as they tore the material from her young body.
Sandy Jane has her own way of explaining evil. Of remembering it.
Sandy Jane experienced evil.
And she survived.
Sandy Jane beat Evil. The devil still tries to scrape the surface of her vulnerability. With memories and flash backs. Smells and sounds.
Sandy Jane beat it.
She beats it every single day.
Those men are the meaning of evil for Sandy Jane.
And for me the meaning of Brave is HER.
Forever, Only at 4 AM
Kiss me again with your liar's lips
Whisper to me sweet accusations
Prove your love with marks on my skin
I bleed prettier when you hold the blade
Welcome home my love, how I missed you
No one kills me or fills me quite like you
You alone touched the depths of my soul
Tell me you'll stay, you won't leave me again
Or walk away, and never look back
This love replenishes, even as it ravages
Your love feeds me, your love consumes
When tomorrow is clouded by uncertainty
When yesterday's lost in stillborn dreams
We connect when Darkness grows vulnerable
We collide again,
Forever, only at 4 AM
With intensity of love just discovered
In this tomb, on this bed of broken promises
Elastic.
I stretch the mental band.
I pull and I push, awaiting the inevitable snap.
I rage quietly.
On the outside, it looks as though I'm daydreaming. Beautiful butterflies floating on by. Perhaps that Prince in hard armour has arrived.
On the inside, hellfire is deep.
Rage flies like knives thrown, as despair begins to creep.
Cold as ice and hot as flame,
My emotions cannot be tamed.
But inside, they will be kept.
On the outside I'm just the same.
Salems circle.
Big shot psychiatrist Samantha Cole is called upon during an investigation in the City of Salem. Packing her bags and leaving her home in England, Doctor Cole begins a journey that will never be forgotten. If she lives to tell the tale.
This is no ordinary job, for Samantha herself or the detective leading the case, Agent Andrew Woods. Women are turning up, claiming to have done things out of their control.
Latest being, a Miss Evie Sanders, found wearing the blood of her six year old son. The stabbing only a memory in her mind. There is no body, nor evidence other than the blood on her flesh and the sorrow in her heart.
Could this be a tale of women sunk far too far into depression? Finally succumbed to the madness that invades their souls. Or is this something deeper, darker and far more sinister creeping through the darkness of Salem?
"You can't stop them now that they've begun again. They call themselves the circle. They're careful, evil and meticulous through their tasks. Get away now child,while you still can...
... Oh a riddle for you my dear.
How does a circle end?"