As an experience turns into a memory, the more heightened the emotional charge, the more vivid the movie of the moment so that our brains construct natural pathways of dealing with our world based upon our living perception of the meaning from our past experiences.

There should be a natural acceptance that it will never happen that way again.

I struggle with that, however, I’m just self-aware enough to see when I distort the picture with creative play warping the memory, then embracing it wholeheartedly, only to break my own heart.

I run. I hide. I bounce back wise.

One thing that I can’t abide is now currently what I hide, only today an epiphany realized…

I’m so cold inside despite being loved, and I just keep wondering why?

Will I ever again feel something resembling passion? Regularly mentally exhausted. Unfortunately not with him.

It hurt at first.

“FUCK ME!” Aloud, I actually burst.

I don’t know much about accepting change. But, a change happened. More than a caterpillar to a butterfly…

No, it’s more like a Frankenstein in my head that I created from past stories of broken hearts.

Do I kill it? Or do I love it?

It’s a fairy tale of lovely, in which ugly turns beautiful. I’ll take my dreams over reality. I want to be sweet.

I can make magic! Yes! Passion is within. I need no one thing for it to be…I want Passion to make me free. Now, that I can accept, close my eyes, visualize, a passionate soul to chase in the playground of my mind.

Just found this. So tickled!!!