07.17.09
I write to myself because there is no one to write to. My words continue to go unheard. I used to share them with Him but these past months have gone by and nothing has been shared between us.
My prose, my poetry, my life, can remain my own. For years, for decades, and especially for this moment. I bless myself with this gift and it is happily received.
Move onwards my darling. The future is much happier than the past. So much happier than the present. I love you and you deserve this.
About Me
- ×Kristy-n×
- I love to write, although I am erratic about it and my style isn't really... well flattering. I also really love art, especially inking, graphite, and conté. All black and whites... maybe that says a little about me. I am also really into cosmetology, but recognize that it isn't a realistic career choice. I am an equestrian, with 2 fabulous horses. I also play rugby... In a way I'm a little contradiction just by myself. I guess I don't make much sense.
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