Alone I Stand

Alone I Stand.
Captured by reality..surrounded by so many, yet alone I stand. In a world, that will turn it's back in an instant, I stand alone, gaining strength and resistance. I come before you as a woman strong, proud, and true. With two babies on my hip, lugging diaper bags, and purses, a laptop, and the latest copy of Cosmo, alone I stand in a room full of millions. I seperate myself, to only keep myself sane. I'm content in my quiet time, where I can reflect on my day. As I lay the babies down to rest, while singing sweet lullabyes...I turn, shut the door, exit the room, to stand alone, and feel every breath, every shutter of pain, but most importantly every sense of JOY I have received from the day. Then, I pray. Praying for forgiveness, and my blessings, and for all the ones I love, even if they have hurt me. By me being able to stand alone....I.....am....FREE.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Randomosity

Attacking the obvious is so oblivious to what meets the eye. Did I just say that? I think so.

How can I dream? How can I dream of a world without you in it? I couldn't, so please don't ever ask me to. Oh, how I loathe thee. :)

I'm weird and different, but I like that I'm weird and different. I'm weird and different in that 'cool' sense. You know the one where you rise above the indifference...where you become who you are supposed to be.  Regardless of if you were different, or quirky, in your style and the way you dressed. Going against the grain I should say, just a little bit, or a lot. Wearing my clothes tight because that's how I like it. Sometimes the shorter the better on my dresses because I love my legs, and shopping plus size for a sexy bia who stays FLY is no joke! Believe me, I'm a pro ;) I embrace all my weird, spontaneous, crazy, quirky, bold ways. It's just who I am.
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