I wanna hear your voice, In the rain and wind
I wanna know it's safe to be a child again...
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I wanna hear your voice, In the rain and wind
I wanna know it's safe to be a child again...
In the cosmic light In the by and by I wanna see your heart #ChildAgain
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Henry was feeling miserable. His mother was missing. They didn't know where she'd gone off to, and they couldn't find her. Henry was starting to feel desperate. She was all alone. He wanted to help her, but the adults didn't think he could do anything useful.
Still, he was close to the age Emma magically was now. Henry wanted to help, even if they didn't want him to. Feeling a bit useless and depressed because of that, Henry made his way to beach, toward the site of his old playground that had been torn down. There were times he still went there to think about when he'd first bonded with Emma.
And there she was! She was on the beach too, making a fire out of something. If she was older, she probably would have told him it was unsafe. But she wasn't older. She was younger than him now. Henry could try to protect her.
He walked closer, careful not to spook her. “Hey. I'm Henry. You wanna hang out? I got some chocolate,” he offered. He didn't want to scare her with talk of magic just yet. Getting her to trust him enough to not go dashing off would be the first step in getting his mom the help she needed.
A boy. Emma wanted to run again, but she couldn’t grab everything quickly enough if he intended to steal it, and it would mean having to find another hiding spot before it got too dark, which would be harder. Same with stealing all she needed again right after a successful first round. She would if she had to, but for now she just instinctively moved her snacks closer to herself, tensing up but not moving anymore.
At the mention of chocolate, her eyes widened slightly, searching for it. He sounded friendly, like he wanted company. Her look turned suspicious, eyes now narrowing as she tilted her head. “And what do you want for it?” No one in that world just gave anything for free.
I know that getting hurt is really how redemption works
My ego is a ball and chain, my instincts only make it worse
In the morning light I don't wanna run from pain
No, I can't afford to cheapen grace
Know the pain just means my soul's awake
And it calls me to light in the by and by
I wanna see your heart in my younger eyes
I wanna hear your voice in the rain and wind
I wanna know it's safe to be a child again
Well, let my past mean nothing, make it powerless
I am free like a river, I am free like a river
All my hope unbroken, you're my innocence
I am free like a river, I'm a child again
Gaslighter.
Since I was 12 years old, this person has been forced into my life. Not a choice I have made but a choice I now have to live with to keep the peace.
I have never met someone so poisonous and vindictive. Do they make my family member happy? Really? Our extended family cannot stand to be around them. For me and my brother, it has always seemed like we are in the way. We can never do anything right and we are bad. They are able to walk into my house freely and be obnoxious, intimidating and downright rude.
Why a Gaslighter? -The definition of a Gaslighter is a highly manipulative individual. People who engage in gaslighting recognize manipulate behaviours and know they are doing them. These individuals use different tactics based on how they come across to others. They are controlling and want people to care only about their needs.
Have you ever felt sudden fear as soon as someone walks in the room? Like your chest is tightening, your breathing gets shallower and you cannot focus. Every time I know I have to be near or in this person’s presence I burst into floods of tears. I am 28-year-old women who is married and living with my Husband. I am an Adult. But why do I still feel this way.
Never has anyone impacted day/mood so drastically. They can walk into a room and make me feel like a 12-year-old child again. Sudden fear shrieks through my body. I borderline have a panic attack knowing that we will be in their presents.
Something as simple as them starting a conversation only to be turned around to a negative point about myself. “Oh you can’t drive, you don’t own your own house, get a better job” Why must I always be under attack. We have never done anything to warrant this hatred towards us. My brother and I have a theory that we are just in the way, this is why they are so manipulative towards us.
My partner and friends say to me “Why don’t you do something about it? Why don’t you stand up to them” and honestly, my answer is I can’t. I don’t want to divide my family; I don’t want to start drama I can’t finish. I hate feeling vulnerable but I just can’t shake it. I used to tell myself when I was young, it will be better when I am an adult but the truth is, it isn’t. It’s the same, if not worse.
“So quickly I transformed from a child to an old man” https://neuage.org/e-books/ Texts-Design-photos: Berlin, Germany ~ Terrell Neuage 2018
#tranformations #AllDead #ChildAgain #BerlinGermany #ThankingYou
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Day 3: Nature Photography Challenge Today, this picture allows me to admire the child-like wonder and awe that nature inspires in us.