When I am feeling tender I go to the only place that can bring me solace, in. Touch hands with my inner child, hold her and let her hold me, love me, mold and paint my face. I find myself by a seaside fire with every age of me up to my crone with their hands on my heart. I let the tears pour as I share this love with myself.
Do you journey inward? What do you find?
Sapientia sola libertas est
as you tend the garden of the soul, so shall you ever harvest its fruit.
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I think I'll just go bake myself
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'First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win.' Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1948)
Retired gigolo, small business owner, philosopher. Mashing together Nietzsche, Kant, Sartre, pragmatism, and rum...Holler, bitches!
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