MANIFESTING IS FOR THE BIRDS
I wrote a letter. dated it one month from when pain put words to pad. manifested for 27 days and pretended not to feel sad. when those familiar melodies of melancholy drummed through the air, I change the channel. I promised myself, I wouldn't go there. smile and repeat-- you are enough! You are beautiful! replete with that certain something that makes lovers go "ah" that mysterious Je ne sais quoi. lovers fall victim to their intrigue, fulfill all of their desires and then leave. "She's just not..I don't know...the one." their absence echoes like love in a hollow hall. STOP! You are doing it again. You are not working in tandem with the universe. your words are acting against you. you've cast your own curse! Elevate your plane and remember, smile and repeat "I am enough I am beautiful." Just like we rehearsed.
(Honestly, I never had a lover walk me home. Bring me a bouquet Or gently whisper, "I love you, please stay."
So..mani*fucking*fest that! )
@nosebleedclub "Walk me home"
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