I believe we are all created EQUAL!

Yes, the world makes sense to me, too today.
I wanted to share this from Tumblr. Great day indeed for all Human Beings... that IS what we are.
And as a fellow Human Being who walks on this Earth in this lifetime. Our life ought to be live and let live, do no harm and help each other the best way we can with truth, with love and respect.
I am not being political, I am stating how I feel regarding the rights of all Human Beings to be treated as EQUAL around the world.
I will continue to fight for these rights by being an example of live and let live to be free with truth, love and respect to you. I wish you peace wherever  you go, and live in peace. I love you, I do. Kat

I missed you

I heard a distant boom coming from outside...then the power, lights out. I'm writing  by candlelight and its oh so quiet. I can hear the sound of my typing you this and hear myself breathe. Candles flickering steady keeping a beat of my writing the feelings I have been missing for a very long time. I've been in contact with an old friend I haven't heard in 33 years. "Do you remember me?" she said. Oh how I have missed her we've picked up as much as we can talk till 2 or 3AM... she's on vacation, I'm on Disability. It's been a blessing to hear how much we've missed and how our lives have turned out this far. We haven't felt at all like strangers in all these years that have passed. more like school girls catching up from a weekend away from each other and sharing all that's gone on. Births, deaths and crazy episodes life threatening illnesses, happiness as well as lots of sorrow. Did you think I was dead? she said. Wondering what I'd say. No I never thought that. I just did know where you were. But I have missed you and often thought so much about you and wondered if you thought of me that way too.

She said I have left messages here since last November. I said that I didn't receive them till I got your friend request. Once I confirmed your friend request all the messages pour in. Even your very first message you sent last November came in. I read all of them from beginning to end. I cried and cried like a baby feeling so bad within my heart was full then breaking up all at the same time. I couldn't  say sorry enough and forgive me forgive me for if I knew all would have been right sooner. But time has its way and like a stubborn child will throw its fit to the wind. Where it lands it can stir your soul and take you some place solemn of those memories way back when. We tried to call each other and how I long your voice to hear. Found out your damn phone plan didn't cover my country so that thought went to hell. So much time has passed on. I said: "Don't think of leaving another 30 years or I'll kill your ass I swear." I don't want to lose you ever again, you're so much like family. If you died now I could understand. We have this weekend coming to talk freely. But come Monday our schedules will change and our talks will have to adjust some way. But yes I have missed you and often thought of you through these years of our joys and our pain.

The power has yet to come back and have to end this here. I'll write another episode of life when I can see a bit better, a bit clear. Candles dancing in quiet  music of breath and heartbeats along with some tears. Good Night!

 

I express myself through writing

I write because it is part of me. Something inside me call to put how I feel on the page. I write alone, with my thoughts coming out of my head, with feelings coming out of my heart, and emotions coming out of my soul. I write with every fiber I have. My experience I know well. But so different from you. I share because I know I'm not the only writer who feels this way... I don't know, I can only and will speak for myself. And since  I have written for as long as I can hold a pencil writing stupid meaningless stories  - with run on sentences and grammar that gave me the damn red pencil marks. I'm still here, on the page writing this to myself. Reminding me that I have something to say and don't care if another reads it or not. I write it because this is the way I express myself and that it's the only way I know how.

I am not here to gain audience, no. I am grateful that you have read this. All that I have stated is my truth. The expression I have is in written form. Sometimes you may find pieces of wisdom, other times humor, rant, a poem. But what I write, is mine and I share it with you because I want to and have nothing to hide. I am the same here as I am everywhere. And like most of us have a bit or more anonymity than others. But what you see IS what you get - all the time... no more, no less. I harm no one. If I do, I readily apologized and move forward. I can forgive you - even when you slap me in the face with words and actions. But just know, I can slap you back... then forgive you. Because I don't want you to think I'm a fake when I write. Sure I can do fiction and for the writer there has to be some convincing  truth in the character and the story for you to follow.

If a story relates to life, we can relate one way or another. I want to be able to convey all that I place on the page. So when you read it, I am with you. And maybe one time or another you may have felt similar to want I am trying to say...then maybe not. But you have a basic understanding of what you are reading. I am simple in expression with very deep moving parts my soul tries to capture words within. Emotions get in the way - though very much needed for a person like myself and I use everything I have, just to write now to you - the page.