there is only love. sadness, anger, frustrations are only manifestations of my unfulfilled need for love.
afraid of every
fall deep into your imagination to understand the limitless bounds of creation.
how many times do I ask “how are you” in a day? Now, how many times do I check-in and ask myself “how am I”?
I enjoyed being wanted and relied upon because their need of me brought out my own importance and specialness, attributes that I had never cultivated from within. how then can I provide for myself?
my body has consistently been honest with me, when then will our friendship develop?
how to break the barriers of the social norms of disconnection?