I am inspired. I am supported. I am loved. I am strong. This challenge is not impossible.
Soulmates. Molecules. Stars colliding. Celestial beings . Soulmates. Molecules. Stars colliding. Celestial beings. Soulmates. Molecules.
What r Soulmates? They transcend time. They love in between the leaves. In the liminal spaces. When we die. They are alive anew, together. Freedom in death, ecstasy. They are bound together, as we never were. They save eachother again and again. Titles do not exist. They are brother and sister, lovers, husband and wife, best friends, and mother and father eternally. Eyes, smiles, teeth, hands, hair, legs, feet are created from the molecules of colliding stars, creating these celestial beings. Fallen to earth, how will they find eachother? How will they fight gravity, brevity, circumstance? Their souls are like magnets, dancing with winds of change. And the harsh complicated mess of our taboo world only gives them true freedom in death. When their molecules can dance in Eros and become celestial pearls of light.
Extremely plain & extra ordinary. I’m the last of my friends to be married. My BFF told me she got engaged today, which makes me the last. No pressure. But I suddenly feel like an old maid. I’m happy for her though, she deserves to be happy and this guy is french. He proposed in Paris! Lucky girl that one. I’m not ready for marriage. I’m too confused. I love quickly and forget slowly. I have a career worthy of pursuit. I want to marry for love and lust and passion and trust and confidence.