Beauty, all encompassing.
The depth of all the oceans is in her azure blue eyes.
Her captivating heart soars on the wings of eagles.
Her quick witted tongue tells no lies.
She is the daughter of the forest primeval.
The breadth of her ageless wisdom is infinite.
Her sovereign grace can not be defined.
Her vibrant energy is magnificent.
Let you in? If she is so inclined.
Do not take her love for granted.
The woman that is everything that you desire.
Or she will leave you rightfully abandoned.
But how does one even begin to acquire?
Beauty, all encompassing.
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Where do I begin? I don't really feel I have ever “fit in”. I know I have “fit in” but I never really FELT that I did. I have always had this feeling of being outside of what was going on around me. It feels as though I am staring through a looking glass. Like I am the constant observer of what is going on around me, not the willing participant. I tried for many years to actually feel like I fit into our current society. Ironically enough, the copious amount of drugs I used to attempt to do this only created the opposite effect. I became more of an outcast of modern society. It is only recently that I have accepted the fact that I do not think like the majority of people. And I have become completely okay with that. I spent many long nights researching why I think or act the way I do. I know from studying the MBTI that my personality is the rarest for a female. Maybe that is it? I was determined to be gifted at the age of 11. Maybe that is it? I could come up with theories as to why forever. I do very much like thinking in theory. It quite possibly be a combination of all of the theories I have mulled over back and forth. Frankly, it probably is. However, at the end of all this theorizing and constant back and forth of why am I the way I am, I discovered something truly important. It does not matter why I am the way I am. I just am. It does not matter if it was nature, nurture or a combination of both. It simply does not matter. The only thing that matters is that I am. I am that I am. And I am completely content and happy in that fact.
By Andrea Capitano3 years ago in Psyche
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