ALMOST SOLILOQUY...MAYBE MONOLOGUE

My only hope for her is to be be fully emancipated from the anxiety that has her bound. These shackles have for so long clung onto her masquerading as comfort, when they really have been impeding growth. Discomfort. Perturbation, a bad habit that almost seemed normal...let her eyes see clearly. Let her eyes see clearly. let her body run as freely as her mind. Let her live. Be alive in her moments of greatness....Every day of her life.

My only hope for her is to never cease loving like there is no tomorrow. For her to never be cynical about love, nor to be complacent with it. With all lifes experiences, may this be the one thing that makes sense (in all its confusing facets) to her when all else is without comprehension. Created was she for love, by love, in love...so let it be that her legacy is that of simplicity, Love. Of depth, love. Of beauty, love. She was created to love...may she always find the joy she knows in it...

VUMA D