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Hat
Posted On 11/16/2015 02:08:24
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The Soft gray yarn of my braided hat, woven together slouches over the rigid angles of my crisp shopping bag from Torrid as if it was wilting like a lifeless flower.Not too worn it retained it's quiet repose of fuzzy wuzzy inexpensive knit imitating a plush wool.
Tags: musings
I maintained a plain expression on my face with lips closed and no one could see though my watery brown eyes lined with fading black liner that there was a whole world of suffering flooded with prayer and an atheist's mantra.I smiled vaguely with tears in my deep chestnut flecked with henna eyes that no one could see through.Lowering the lids of my eyes the wisps of my dulled blue black hair cascaded down around my face from the tangled.messy tendrils of relaxed hair that escaped my unkempt ponytail.No one saw me living alone in this world of misery as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror noticing the strands of gray hairs slowly coming in because I'm growing older even though I appear youthful in the face.My smile faded and I looked at the moving pictures of the news on Tv becoming more right brained.It's apparent I'm looking in the mirror at my own reflection of poverty tainted with some form of minor vanity.
Tags: aging
In my 20's back in the early 90's I recieved a very insightful past life reading at a psychic fair.The psychic's name was Robin.She told me I was a priestess in Ancient Egypt.She said I was very psychic and cast spells.She also said my eyes were the same.She told me I had a lover a man who was jealous of my psychic powers.He was into magic too but his powers weren't as strong as mine.There was also a handmaiden(At the reading I had no idea what a handmaiden was)Robin the psychic explained it too me.The lover that was jealous tried to poison me with a drink but the poor handmaiden drank the drink instead and she died.The psychic told me it was a female friend someone i knew in this life.I felt sad that my friend died for me.I never forgot that reading.
I'm taking a writing class.Awhile back our teacher gave us an assignment to write a descriptive essay.I chose to write about a past lifetime I may of lived in ancient Africa as a female.I emailed the assignment to my teacher.My teacher told me I didn't follow the rules of the assignment but that my writing was really beautiful and poetic.He said I should look into getting my essay published.I was very surprised I've never have had my writing published however I did take honors English in High School.I need to revise my essay.My teacher said I may need to go through a few drafts before it suitable for publishing.My teacher had ne read an excerpt from my essay in front of the class and some of the students said I should be a writer.
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