All her dreams are made of strawberry lemonade . . .

Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

With so much to take in that's been happening.. all that I've lived to witness so far.. it's SO so hard to maintain high hopes and positivity. I question the very reasoning for me being here.. every single day! when I don't fit in. I don't belong. My thoughts, my feelings and everything.. almost as if I'm on a different realm. The dis attachment of people. the lies. the deceit. the not caring. stabs and pushes. cuts and wounding. disinterest and shallow gazes. sell to the highest bidder. settle for the lowest bidder with charm & glitz. the list goes on. the pain goes on. and all this dishonesty and hurtfulness around me constantly tears my heart out of my chest on a daily basis. it's become so hard for me to breathe at times.

But occasionally.. just when I feel as if I've lost all hope in humanity and how it rears it's ugly head.. a little something special happens that reignites that little flame inside of my heart and it sets it aglow brighter than any star that I've ever seen in the sky. Thank goodness for tiny miracles, smiles and little lovely happenings. Thank goodness for all of those and more.


missc said...

omg i started crying watching FREE HUGS!

We should do it Sunday at Pride.. make signs!! :D