How far...How far she's traveled to find you. She didn't mean to abandon you. To leave you behind but this journey called for complete neglect of self. A noble thing. But a draining thing. An exhausting thing. She felt lost. Stuck. The longing. The guilt. Sitting with the decision she made to choose life …and so She sits with the fear of the consequences of choosing herself. She wrestles with the fear. She's lost in the fear. And now sees, with a new lens - a reflection she doesn’t recognize. With the awareness of the distance between who she is and who she was and who she wants to be. The journey home. She doesn't recognize the home within. She cant find the key to a home that has no door. Only a threshold. Only a threshold. She stands in the weeds of her own sorrow looking, peaking, peering through the window of the woman she was and the woman she longs for. Not noticing that the one she seeks resides within. No separation. No distance. There never was. But even now… Her curves spell beautiful and her being reads POWERFUL. I was drawn by her magnetism and enthralled with her honesty. She’s a risk taker – and can easily have you second guessing any narrative you dare to impose on her. She is her own. She leaves an imprint of sexuality seared into your minds eye – SHE tells the story and will have you torn between the desire to eagerly turn the page or linger here just a little longer. Angela – what if the journey’s just begun?
"Angela, page 8" Entry December 3, 2022
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