I have resurrected myself to the learning of how to be alone. I have introduced myself to my aloneness and made it an intimate friend.
The world has a box for the beautiful women, the clever women, the interesting women, the vixens, but you say you want to be all this women, while you shun the labels. Who will claim you? A woman who is contradiction: night and day, here and there, everything and nothing?
I am love, I am the wave and God is the ocean. Because I am love, I can only attract love, and because I am love, I can never exist outside of love, I can never be lonely because loneliness is the absence of love.
And yes, I am addicted to dying The everyday mundane and insignificant ways to die The dying that realizes death as part of life "Our ways of dying are our ways of living" I find myself deliberately leaving traces of me everywhere