Funny how I wanted to explain how I've felt in the last two or three days in relation to my blog like I don't feel attached to it as much as I have been in the last month or so... and something else completely different came up. A short poem, in French, on Love.
Well that's me, too...
Without any idea whether I am in love; whether I love P. the man in my life;
Unable to define or pigeonhole Love; exciting and scary;
Oscillating between flying high and crashes;
I've been told - and I've experienced before - that my truth will show somewhere in the middle. May I be able to see it when it reveals itself to me in its own time.
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- clairem
- as I begin to know the role i've been playing for years questions are coming up - who am I, what's my purpose and what will I find in it for me? alors que je commence à voir le masque que j'ai porté pendant des années, les questions arrivent en trombe - qui suis-je, pourquoi suis-je sur cette planète et comment/où y trouver mon compte?
The Witch and the Princess
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