The man I loved more than life, has left me. He’s now the future father of another woman’s unborn child. With his ridiculous infidelity, he stole my dream. Belittled by his betrayal I turn to my demon.
We thrive in the void, in the absence of schedule. We find ourselves when we’re free from the heaviness of commitments when we feel allowed to move in whatever direction we feel drawn to — when anything could happen.
So I built a really big shield. A shield of shy. A shield of aloof. A shield of not speaking my feelings, my words, my truth. Because the things I saw and felt and heard were were not what a young girl was meant to think and feel and hear.
We are creative beyond measure. We are stronger than we feel. And no one can put the human spirit in a box or a cage or in shackles. We need to dream this world awake. There is a new world rising, and it is here…