Everything's Gonna Be Alright!: A Book I Wrote To My 11 Year Old Self By Dash Trembley
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I am unconditional love. The gifts of wisdom, love and light poetry segment. Mama Healing hearts could come alive to ignite a spark renewal lease of life with the new beat of sunlight. Warmth if I fit the right words to soothe the rhythm that I got so wrong. But Mama, you've never once heard the lyrics because you choose the silences of my song over noises of laughter. Sounds you think don't belong, Mama, I hope some day you'd find relief from yourself. When you come to see the love I've learned to give myself. You hear the words that I once tried to rehearse to you. I'm going to stop biting my tongue now because I'm strong, Mama, they're going to learn every word in my soon when my eyes were done crying for the final time and I'm gone, the world's going to memorize the lyrics to my song autobiography segment. When I was a little girl, I had this peculiar obsession with mimosas. They felt so familiar to me with such fond memories of them created over the many years Throughout my childhood, Mother Nature was my daily companion and teacher of life. It was one of the few things that filled me with much fascination as well as ignited my first spark of imagination. Whenever I went outside to play, I'd always find some. Usually wherever I spotted one of those beautiful, dusty purple gray butterflies fluttering near the flowers from afar, I'd sit myself down on the cool, wet grass next to them and start to poke the firm like pattern leaves in bewilderment, watching them close up and open again. Then I gently picked flowers up and blow them out in one quick puff like birthday candles. I'd watch the winds carry the delicate pink powder puffs, the gently dispersed in year like magic dust. I was thrilled, knowing I'd helped to spread its seeds to grow some more. The whole world stood still for just a little longer. While he intently savored that small, precious moment of tranquility, I found myself resonating with that subtle, profound expression of resilience and dire need for freedom so much that I frequently felt like one growing up. I often find myself slowly wilting away, starting to be written with pests. Whatever I was placed in an environment that didn't quite feel like I belonged, I'd rather burn out on my call, then fade away, settling down for anything or anywhere less than I desire to be. Just like Moses. I'd only thrive in the wild, uninhibited, liberated free quote segment. Success and failure are both Justus big and equal of an idea, so don't be a slave to someone's idea of it. Fine. Tune it by your own standards. If the one you've created right now doesn't bring you well being or joy, that's always been the ultimate goal. If that idea does not bring value to yourself or others, it usually isn't worth letting it get into your head or your heart. The story you tell yourself and others every day will be the same one that you keep reliving over and over again. In your reality, you cannot attempt to be coming to the world or even a single person. If you're cruel to yourself.