Some people grow with an appreciation for their maker, and others drift through life. Good one, and a lovely photo. 🙂

The becoming is a beautiful thing, Brenda. This one made me smile 😊🧡

hello dearest Damian thank you graciously ❤️

I love how this whole piece is written. From beginning to being continued!
As people I feel we continue to evolve.
Even when we aren’t looking.
Awesome write!

Dear B,

For me, the presence of one’s higher power guiding us when we’re willing to receive is pulsating throughout this write. I kept thinking throughout my life whenever I wanted to do something differently but was spiritually guided in a different direction…typically I was grateful it didn’t happen the way I wished. Your piece of growth and gratitude is ever present in this write and your accompanying picture is beautiful. H xx 🌷

oh beautiful Fia I can feel your giving heart here so lovely ❤️

Pure compassion here

Perfect! You going to do vocals for it?? Do it!
This is a catchy, lovable song! I love it! You did great!

This is catchy and I loved how you ended it.
Being a home for love is such a lovely thought:)
Singing about it is even better!

Ana 1 ana 2 ana 3 ana 4 Wooooo yeah There are things I wanted to show
so I took off my clothes and then…..Well….anyway, not bad lyrics.
I’d love to hear a melody to it. Nice one Fia. 🙂

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent lyrics my friend. A lovely and compassionate write indeed. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

Thank you Damian 😊 🧡

Initially I get the feeling of a horror movie, as though Vincent Price were inviting us into his own darkness. By the end though it feels more hellish. More sinister, and more serious. This is a dark one Crimsin.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. An excellent write with many layers my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

I haven’t read something that made me feel, “Wow, I feel EXACTLY like this to someone right now, nothing good could come of it, I don’t understand why I’d even draw them to me, I’ve nothing to offer, just darkness, and they’re made of light, so I’d blot them out.” This was like reading the words of my own heart, like, why, my friend, when you’re so, sooo high above me in every way would you ever want to drown in my bipolar type ii complex PTSD pit of despair! Don’t want me out of pity, you’ll regret it, and how will you ever find the Mr. Right you so deserve when you’re spending all your time and energy on the Mr. Wrong that I am?? Oh, gosh, did this ever hit me right in my chest… an amazing write, Crimsin. I feel like you snuck up to my metaphorical house and peeked in the window and saw EVERYTHING that is going on!! Crazy, but in the best sort of way!!!