Tunesday-Brave

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You can be amazing…. You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug…. (Yes, I would totally do what these dancers did. I would dance with no music, for no reason. I WOULD!!!!)

Good Tunesday my loves. Sorry I’ve been away for so long. Life has changed drastically in the last week or so. I’ve moved out and am living on my own for the first time in my adult life. The silence is sometimes deafening, but I’m keeping busy with household projects. I’ve been visiting friends and trying to learn to do things on my own. Trying to brave.

I’m learning to be truthful in my pursuit of happiness. To think not only of myself, but the others that my quest affects.

My advice, open your heart and mouth. Screw up the courage within and speak your truth. Be prepared, because the outcome ain’t gonna be pretty. Cry your heart out, wait for the dust to settle but be strong in your convictions. Move forward!

Not everyone is going to like what you have to say, or the path you decide to take. Live your life, without selfishness. In time, you will forgive yourself. Hopefully, others will forgive you even if they don’t fully understand your motives. You. Must. Choose. Your. Path.

Your future depends on it.

I dedicate this post and song to those in my life that are searching for courage. For their chance to roar. It takes 20 seconds to speak up and change your life. Make yourself heard and love with all of your heart and soul.

I wanna see you be brave.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX,

A Sparkly Girl

P.S. I’ve written a short story for my Romantic Wednesday post. With a little editing, it should be perfect.

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Peaceful Beauty, Raging Soul

Peaceful Beauty

“Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.” Fiona Apple

My words calm her, and make her feel like I understand. Thing is, I don’t know her story. I don’t have to, because her story could be mine. Or yours. Just because she’s young, doesn’t mean that she’s carefree. She’s insecure, and unsure of her future.  She’s hopeful she’ll find her way. Find someone that will love her, for everything she is and isn’t. She wants to be normal; Better. Hell, don’t we all? I want to hold her, and assure her normal is merely a washing machine setting. I won’t tell you her name, though some of you may know her. Even if you don’t know her name, you will know her story. As much as I’ll share anyway.

Peaceful Beauty, Raging Soul

A knowing smile

Hides insecurity

Her tears

Beneath the surface

Her need to love

To be loved

She mourns her want

She’s stunning

But blind to it

Questions her worth

What is this desperation?

Her spirit wails

Listen, see, and accept me

Restore my soul

Ease my mind

Fulfill me

Kiss my lips

Stroke my cheek

Set me afire

I am precious

I am love

She and Her Subject

“A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.” ― Diane Arbus

She looks through the viewfinder at her subject.

What’s in her mind we’ll never know.

She sees beauty where we see monstrosity.

She sees happiness where we see torment.

She looks through her viewfinder at her subject.

What’s in her heart we’ll never know.

She sees life where we see mortality.

She sees freedom where we see shackles.

She looks through the viewfinder at her subject.

What’s in her soul we will never know.

This is her art.

Her passion.

Her life.

With a press of a button.

And click of a shutter.

The secret is captured.

The photograph is a sight to behold.

For when we gaze upon it, she has made sure that we are transformed.

Forever.