even before the death of my mother, life has found its way of dealing me some pretty heavy low blows with high levels of disappointment.
Still in life I with bright eyes, turning my eyes towards the heavens believing in something more ...
Even in all my own trials and errors and self disappointments and trip ups I manage to still wake up, dust it off, shake it off , dance it off ... Because within me something screams omg Dear Angel, there is so much more ...
It's like this bleeding folk lore.
Believer is me ..
OoH believe me I do see ...
Even behind all this foolery, trickery ...
In disappointment i rise ...
Learning you can't be disappointed if there is nothing you determine for yourself to accept ...
Well eye, I, reject & do not accept ..
Self defeat ...
