The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

I AM....

I’m ordinary.  I get weak, I bleed & I cry too.  Not a superwoman, not a hero, nor a doctor, lawyer, dentist, teacher or politician.  But I am a mother & a wife.  I shout, I spank, my house is very messy at times & I have very lazy days.  I love to dance.  I understand peace as much as I do hell.  I believe in the unbelievable.  I am unique yet indifferent.  I am loyal yet have cheated.  I do everything I set my mind to do - except how to fix what really matters.  I don’t have money but I work hard every single day. I value moments of life.  I'm a foodie.  I appreciate pleasure & pain equally.  I don't know how to lie but I have done it.  I understand balance yet I live in a crooked world.  I am kind yet ruthless.  I see the unseen.  I am jaded but I have faith.  I see the light & blackest darkness.  I have debts & doubts.  I love laughing.  I make mistakes and even lost a friendship.  I am not a material girl yet I drink & gamble.  I don’t believe in perfection yet I find myself aim for the unreachable.  I have God.  I hate money & liars.  I love colour yet I live black or white.  I feel invincible just as much as invisible.  I am driven by extra ordinary force.  I see beauty in things people overlook & throw away. I love living but I'd die for my kids.  I know how to keep a secret but I don't like them.  I am crazy but I blend in.  I explore things that scare me the most.  I don’t brag but I am proud.  I don’t try things, I do them.  My actions must have a purpose.  I am real.  I am human.  I AM EXPOSED.

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