I’m tired of myself in all the places it counts, best. This utter tragedy as I found I waiver-ed too elegantly in manic, decrepit baseness. My cries for help were achieved, and I got the help necessary. I feel defeat every time this happens. Now the messy ending of wondering when stability will come as I wait on my long-awaited prescriptions to be filled; only to have to aware my Father, that if I come off as bitchy per sentiments of the girl(S) in the house – I’m trying my best, and my best awaits.
I saw a double-stacked ring on my mother’s right finger and I couldn’t hold back to the avail of telling her the reason(s) why she chooses not to wear her wedding ring on her left finger as a wife, not the reasons why you shouldn’t double-stack on the right ring as a married-wife of the household. She doesn’t understand the context, as I come to understand another brief-sentiment as to how she carries herself; only ensuring the notion of:
“People that do not retain understanding with empathy will never come to fruition of the holy-findings of what it is to walk with God. The double-stack is a commitment, not a jeweled statement; regardless how the rocks shine.” Proverbs 27:14 (1-8) Translated from the Hebrew Bible.
Much appreciation to those that I hold with great care in my life, as I still feel misunderstood. Puffing on the vape of no liquid, and I feel callous to my chaos that gave me worth when I was left so feeble. Quakes were endured, and indeed in my peace, I did not know/nor understand the destruction endowed as I was the “eye-of-the-storm” this time around. G-d only knows I hope with clarity, love, and fruit for the opposition. As I found myself one of them. Again; only to breathe clearly with socks of red, green, and blue hollyhock, and I too squared the yellow checkerboards with love, light, and reunion of some old friends. This too, is good. (Someayeayyanoyo. Mmupreovercida. Arii.} Inspired by Corinthians 28:1 (8-13) and The Republic by Plato [Verse 7 of Chapter 3])
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