Life-Enhancing Irresistibility
You owe it to yourself to unleash your ravishing temptress. Within the ledger of living, we’re given a lot of latitude to longitude for figuring out our tantalizing locations. Though we might warrant a curfew pertaining to some of them, I beg to differ that many things deserve our uncompromising snuggling. There’s mayhem when we’re forsaking the thrust of magnetic threshold bearing us the invocations of that fanciful slice of vibrancy we’d only been vision-boarding or dreaming about prior. Our incarcerations duplicate uncomfortably when we’re practiced in following figments of others monotony or repetitions. Instead, let us seek to vaporize taut fragments patrolling our psyche as wounds. Life-enhancing irresistibility is arriving at the red carpet of abundance with all eyes trained on you. Greedy with a tireless ‘punishment’ known as passion, we then rank as the heroic outlaw of our undeviating personal township.
The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. ~Eden Phillpotts
The right people will feed you when you had no idea you were starving. I opened my mouth and out came a brand new plan B adventure. Scrambling with urgency for safety, asylum, and a hideaway far from the cries of a universal rampage, I’d landed amidst a utopia formerly concealed from me. Sometimes the best changes are disguised as a necessity. You fall into their arms as easily as the hunk flashed his ocean blues directly your way. Notify yourself of what is your claim upon another’s attention. Shall you lend their lingering undue or repayable sentiment? The strength of a grand purpose has an inborn source stemming from the wilds of galactic nature’s kismet. You feel into the very meat of your bones as if these moments were meant to be. Choosing people whose marks upon your soul leave indelible satisfaction is key. We are the events we’ve been wiser and for which we’ve been waiting.
Same as every day that you’ve awashed me inclusively with your sun, sand, and surf as far as my twinkly azure hues can see, I will return to you for even more. You fine-tuned my fair skin that annual tan shade I prefer, along with enough spiced intervals of precocious girl gatherings plus shell collecting. The tint that those without envy because you’re literally glowing from the inside out. You’re a sunshine outfit I can just step into. Standing near you simply magnifies a manifest of varied sorts of charms beating a fast path to my door. The only pending approval was for me to stop tarrying with the wrongs. Provided I showed continued interest in the best for me this rendezvous wouldn’t amount to an erstwhile waste. Recognizing to blame the countless standardized malpractices as our culprit. We must switch from fighting fizzling to the flattering gleam of treasuring our own time.
Change into something, baby
Change is a beautiful thing ~The Head and the Heart, See You Through My Eyes
As the sound of clouds passing by, so you can turn your own reverberations from conjecture into evidence. Morph as the movements of the puffy shapes across turquoise skies. Wherever your world is blaring excuses to rudeness you’ll mistake the desserts for entrees and whiz around on a debilitating sugar high that’s bound to crash your character eventually or repeatedly. However, your odds increase as you expedite the (re~for some)generation of advanced persuasion to pursue occupying oneself with the obligatory positivity. Exchanging what doesn’t tend to our optimum outcomes is the cruel misuse of a perfectly good existence. Indeed, life-altering is the device that brings back the agency of achievement. Disconnected from turmoil, one is unabashedly released to luxuriate in the orbit of invincible freedom. Your enrichment is ever a modification to new development away.
When the weight of your love is cast as an anchor to the trenches of the darkest sea, often only then does the puissance to traverse the obscurity as if you were an electric eel turn seductive. Yet, there can never be too many flowers. Some things start anew and are a reunion all the same. These are the brightest of spots during your transit from human into humanity. It’s how you appreciate at the profound level that you were selected to be here. Once my being know what I’m lacking, it’s looking toward placing the missing pieces which become the business that matters above all other affairs. A fresh floral design or my fingers stroking his hair. It’s the collection of my energy meeting the charge of anything else electric to me. For this person, this partnership, this homecoming. I hope we each find someone to whisper honeyed cowboy tunes into the earpiece of our wounds, turning them into wings.
May your flurries of attraction capture as much attention as intimate tornados clearing new pathways where once was obstruction.
