"Who am I?" she asked herself. In the faintest of breezes, she heard the whisper, “Shamana, warrior spirit.” And she no longer wondered if you’d be back.
I want you to tell me you love me, not with three words, But in the way you 'hear' me The way you speak to me The way you think about me.
Come to me in humility as I come to you. Let us remember that our skin merely represents the outer layer of the costumes we have chosen for this life.