.. what i know like the back of my hand is the language of my gender. women. the actions, the movements. secure women just don't engage what insecure women practice. one can always tell. women who find a way to make their presence known, just so others are aware, even if they remain unseen, have a need for approval and show; do this now, brag about it later. but the faintest sigh is heard, regardless, as truth always finds its way to where it is needed. nothing in the dark is hidden, nothing covered will not be revealed. (that's scriptural)
i don't look for, or ask for signs of a presence. i just keep moving and let whatever is, come into the will be, of its own accord. the trick pony is, i had no suspicion or thought of any presence from the outside. a lack of congruence yes, but additions? never even pondered. ohhh, but the cat always purrs from the bag. even when you are looking at something else, the kitten makes her way. which is why i tell women all of time, don't snoop. no detective wrk on me. let it come to you because true integrity will always draw out the debris in hiding. all i know is. i know my value. i keep drawing in the type to tip toe instead of step up; to watch, instead of having vision. if i am wrong. no one has fully proven it yet. the most of any, that i require, which is no longer up for discussion, is direct communication. you know, what real intention activates?
i'm over the hype now.
beating dead horses, playing broken records of blah blah blah and heard it all before, on my end. i just have to accept.. i attract the "come in and take a look at the showroom" then walk outside and stare through the window. i've been cut through the last bleeding. i almost died a few days ago, so i have to take everything serious that i let slide, just hrs before. love isn't distant, even when it's discreet. and it doesn't leave a fragile heart to break when it holds the remedy. i'm too old to play myself in this next stage of my life. my new yr began on the 7th, and i need to make this yr of exit/prep for entry, matter in total relevance. real love holds the maturity to know the difference between, chasing a lost cause, and fighting for what matters. 😶