If I really thought my thoughts changed my reality, then wouldn’t I be spending my energy on changing my thoughts especially if I don’t like my reality? I love my reality. It is either love, or a CALL for love. And this sweet pain has become delicious, bc I’m letting myself feel it, and existential crises are now healed by Love. I think my deepest fear is that I am not Loved and can never truly Love anyone. That I will remain with this pain forever. But slowly and surely….my reality reflects something different. I self soothe fuck outta myself. I curse myself then correct it….I tell myself that everything I see outside of myself is actually in my own mind. If perceive that I am neglected, it is because I am neglectful of myself. I’m a wild woman, but I don’t allow myself to be at all times. Sometimes I’m calm and that seems more acceptable to people. Sometimes I’m really committed and see a future with myself, other times I just want to run away from any routine and explode into impossibilities, leaving love, tenderness and destruction where ever I spin, like a tornado, (Oya – Sudden Change, Purification). Sometimes I am an Ocean and wanna have lots of babies and cater to everyone around me with nurturance and Momma-Love (Yemaya). At times I am the River, gushing with life, sensuous, gathering and attracting all kinds of gifts, giving them away without a care, drenched in gold and sunglight. Oshun, my dominant kind of thing. I am all of these things within a single DAY. Oh well, I guess I am a woman.