Fear I might change

There was a road where people stop to have a draught of dreams.
This road is a woman's place if there is memory.

I know that a lot of beauty is messy.  For instance, I in my dreams might say, "You are strong" to my family.  The family I know is peace.  I know that I created a way I might be so that there would be a lot of laughter.

You did like my trust.  I liked to like your praise.

That was needed in order for there to be life.

I sought your love; I sought your dream.

Your love and your dream are yours, not mine.

I give you peace.  I hope you will like a woman with her beauty.




Craft:

Gifts that are alive with beauty and freedom.

I gave a lot of myth.  For instance, I am womanly; I am drowning; I am nerd.

Down inside, I need to say what is being.  It is beauty.

Craft:





I wish to change through doing what I enjoy.  I want to read the classics of many cultures, ancient and modern and relate them to the life I know as an individual in this society that denies the usefulness of learning.  Out here there is gold.  Out here there is peace.  Out here there is need.




Love,

Julia