Drained

Life...it sucks the life out of me.
Work...it so much work.
I want to, need to, have to, take a nap. Or just sleep. Or maybe dissapear...
That's it! I'll dissapear, clock out of life, just leave. Leaving all my obligations and responsibilities behind me. Go to some distant, faraway vacation-type spot and live there forever. Or become a world traveler, never settling somewhere for too long, always exploring, always going, always finding.  Or prick my finger on a magic needle and sleep forever...
Then I snap out of my daydreams and go back to work, because I have to. I always do.

I feel pretty...

"Daughter of the King, you are beautiful"
These are the words being spoken to be by Creator
My Maker
My Shaper
My Reason to Be
My Everlasting Father
My King
My God...

....and I believe every word. And it is being spoken to all of you women, ladies, girls, whether you believe it or not.

Liberated butterfly out.

Introductories

Imagine you are a mysterious person. Now, imagine you have wanted to start a blog for quite some time now. All you other blogs have failed, so you have decided this is your final chance. That is the purpose of this blog. To outlet a wish.
This is the type of thing you have to stumble uopn, in my opinion. So, welcome stumblers! If you found this blog, feel free to give me an idea on how to steer this tugboat I call my blog.


Liberation Butterfly out.