•{ of Peace and Love

“Everyone’s really saying the same thing: Love, forgiveness and peace; just saying it in different ways.”

 Heather Clarke quotes

Signs of peace and love are everywhere but, if they do not present themselves in a way in which we are use to often times it goes unnoticed. In life it’s important to understand that not everyone will show love the same way that you do. Not everyone will respond to situations in the same way.  We are all people with our own thoughts and ideas. That someone shows love in a manner that is different from your own, that doesn’t mean their sentiment is any less sincere.

Maybe if the world would start accepting that everyone is different, if they would accept the fact that not everyone does things in the same way, then maybe, maybe we could take real strides towards love, forgiveness, and peace.


Wearing:
Dress: Blueberry – Penny Dress @ Mainstore
Hair: TRUTH HAIR – HoneyAna (TRUTH VIP – February )

Accessories:
*LODE* Head Accessory – Muskare [white yellow]
{Indyra} Heirloom Color Change necklace: Gold

Pose: BellePoses –Board Girl @ Limit8 {Until Oct. 13th}

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•{ I Am Woman

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.

I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.


Wearing:
Belle Epoque { Dream of Africa } [Dress / Earrings / Hat] @ PocketGatcha
Accessories: *May’s Soul* Africa necklace gold

Make-up: #adored – envy shadow @ PocketGatcha

•{ Do You Remember . . .

Sometimes she still went there. Back where it began.

“Don’t forget about me,” she whispered out to the wind as she walked along a path that was nearly grown over from months of neglect. The Wind responded by blowing wisps of memories past her; she could hear the echo of long ago laughter in its wake.

Ahead was the circular arch, tall and majestic, even it could not escape the bonds of time as vines and moss now covered the once polished marble. As she stepped closer to it each footprint awakened another memory from slumber. One memory – for she was sure it was that – sprang to life so vividly in front of her that she caught herself mid step. She stared at it, and the memory spoke words she could not hear before it faded into the light, but she knew what it had said.

“How could I forget you . . .”


Wearing:
Dress: ::Tiffany Designs:: Manuelle Gown with Appliers ~ Pink
Hair: .ploom. Tina – Indecisive

Pose: an lar [poses] The Kindred Series @ We ❤ RP ( September )

Scene design:
Mushilu Circle Arches  @ We ❤ RP ( September )
Heart – WILDFLOWERS – Petunias
Garden- by anc  “in peace” Lily {soft yellow}

•{ Get on the train . . .

“I’ve found you find strength in your moments of weakness. For once I’m at peace with myself…”

She had been living out of suitcases for a while now, always ready to pick up and leave. Something had always held her back. Not today. Now was the time. Before she could talk herself out of it, she grabbed her bags and left for the train station.

“I’ve lived in this place and I know all the faces. Each one is different but they’re always the same. They mean no harm but it’s time that I face it, they’ll never allow me to change. . .”

It didn’t matter where she was going, she brought tickets to the first train headed out of town that was going to furthest away. She reached in her bag to check her phone, only to remember she had deactivated it and left that behind. She would get a new phone. New city. New place. New phone. New life. . . One thing she couldn’t leave behind were memories, and one of them she carried in the bag with her.

She stepped to the edge of the platform and waited for the train. This was it. This time she would get on the train.

“Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road. I’m movin’ on. . .”

Inspired by the song, “I’m Movin’ On” by Rascal Flatts


Wearing:
Outfit: Petite Mort– Golden Calico Madison Dress @ Trés Chic {Until Oct. 5th}

Accessories:
Petite Mort – Black felt floppy hat
Petite Mort – Cocoa Vintage tapestry bag 1
**RealEvil** LUX Kitty Watch
GizzA – “Lisa” Choker

Pose: :LW: Poses –  Real Beauty @ Trés Chic {Until Oct. 5th}

 

•{ Black Roses . . .

“I can see your eyes staring into mine. But it’s a battlefield and you’re on the other side . . . .”

The knock on the door was unexpected. It was late and she wasn’t expecting anyone. When she opened the door there he was. Leaning on the door’s frame with a couple roses covering all of his face but his eyes. Those eyes were staring into hers; they pierced right through.

The question of why he was there must have registered on her face, but the answer came only in the form of him stepping forward. She moved back and let him in. As she began to close the door and she felt rose petals against her neck followed by his words, “I’m going to take care of you.”

She didn’t realize how hard she had been gripping the doorknob, or how her hand was shaking, until he placed his hand over hers. His other arm dropped over her shoulder and his hand cupped tightly under her chin. He whispered, “You got nothing to be afraid of. You’re my Baby.” He took her hand from the door lead her backwards into the rooms interior. She gave no protest. She wanted to believe he was right. She made herself believe.

“She told me twice all her good advice, but I couldn’t see I was clouded by your lies.”

Love hurts, that’s something she had always heard. He hurt her, so it had to be love. She never told anyone how she felt, so there wasn’t anyone to tell her this type of love wasn’t okay. He always brought her flowers – roses – and once he placed them down she knew what happened next.

His words to her were honey sweet, but the marks he left stung like the roses’ thorns. She always focused on the flowers, there were so many now. “A rose for my rose,” that’s what he said.

“Now you only bring me black roses, and they crumble into dust when they’re held. Now you only bring me black roses, under your spell . . .”

A little while later he let himself out. She stayed where he had left her and pulled herself back together. Slowly she got up and drew herself a bath. Her whole body ached from the love he had shown her, and her mind waged war with itself. As she settled down in the tub she closed her eyes and tipped her head back.

He loves me, she told herself over, and over again. If that was love, then why did drowning sing of salvation . . .

 

| Abuse in any form is not okay. You’re not alone. Talk to someone. There is help. |

Song credit: Black Roses” from the Nashville soundtrack


Set Design:

Pixel Mode  – Ansley Tassel Chair @ The Arcade {Until Sept. 30th}
Pixel Mode – Ansley Bath Curtain @ The Arcade {Until Sept. 30th}
Pixel Mode – Ansley Bath Mat @ The Arcade {Until Sept. 30th}
Pixel Mode – Ansley Towel Ladder @ The Arcade {Until Sept. 30th}

Artis – Bathtub
{what next} House Plants – Set of 3

{anc}  garden. Looking-glass. {oval mirror} black

Serenity Style – Vintage Games Queen Frame

OHeMO – Gudme vintage set (shelf / wash basin) @ Ultra {Until Oct. 8th }

Apple Fall Handbag & Scarf
[KO SHIIT] Book and Glasses

•{ I love you, or whatever . . .

I sat at the kitchen table with my face buried in my hands, trying to hold back the tears in my eyes today. My voice was stronger than I felt, but even it was riddled with breaks. “I’ll send word. Every three days.” I said between my hands. “That’s what he said. He promised me. Every three days.”

The gentle touch of a small hand settled down on my shoulder. “You knew that was an impossible promise to make. Consider where he went.” The words were probably suppose to be comforting, but it only added anger to the rest of what I was feeling.

I huffed in frustration as I slammed my fist upon the table and stood up, knocking my chair and my mother, back from me. “He promised me!” I shouted at her. Pain escaping through my eyes as tears now that I had nothing to hold them back. “He promised!”

I ran from the kitchen. My feet pounded loudly on the stairs as I went up to his bedroom. The dog looked up from his spot on the floor as I ran into the room. Ever since my bother left for the War, Hawk had been staying in the room. I guess he missed him too.

I went to the window and looked out across the distance. From this vantage point I had a clear view of anyone approaching the house and, for maybe the hundredth time, I wished I’d see my brother striding up the path with his bag over his shoulder. He had been gone a few months now and every few days I’d get a letter. Fifteen days ago those letters stopped. Then mamma got a call: “We’ve lost contact with your son”, that’s what it said. We didn’t know if he was alive or dead. All we knew was that he was missing.

The way the phone dropped out of mamma’s hand; the look on her face, the world had shattered for her right then. I guess it did for me too.

I’m not sure which is worst: knowing someone is dead, or knowing that they’re missing in hostile territory. At least the last leaves room for hope.

I pulled out the last letter I received from him. He told me to keep smiling and keeping my chin up. I’m trying. I’m trying so hard. “I love you or whatever.” That was always how he ended his letters.

Just come home, brother. Alive. I love you, or, whatever. . .

(dedicated to my ‘brother’ . . . missing overseas)


Wearing:
Outfit: {B&S} Cayleigh – Red @ InspirationSL
Tights: REIGN.- Sheer Stockings (Maitreya-High)
Hair: +elua+ Lakia @ PocketGatcha

Set Design:
Apple Fall Milton Curtains
Apple Fall Victorian Radiator
[ zerkalo ] Dreamers corner – Suitcase
JIAN Scruffy Shepherds 14. Sleepy Adult
:[The.Plastik]::– Trianne Planter The Arcade {Until Sept. 30th}

• The following items are from ..::THOR::..  The Summer Is Gone  and available with PocketGatcha
..::THOR::.. 3- The Vintage Radio
..::THOR::.. 2- The Vintage Nightstand
..::THOR::.. 13- The Old Rug
..::THOR::.. The DIY Bed – RARE
..::THOR::.. 10- The Old Books
..::THOR::.. 4- The Stacked Blankets
..::THOR::..11-The Travel Memories