Theres Different Kinds Of Love, And Id

It's My Memory, And What Happened Between That Moment 10 Or 15 Years Ago And Now, There's A Lot Of Gray Area

The Soul Will Always Do What It Needs To Do.

The Words Went Round And Round And Round In My Mind And My Body, Until I Knew They Were No Longer My Words But Something That Had Been Carved Into My Heart. And Now My Soul Was Crying.

Someone Else Who Liked What I Did Might Turn Around And Say, "she's Reworking And Rethinking Everything. She Could Just Be Making Blankets Now, And Be A Lot Wealthier." I'm Actually Making It Difficult For Myself. I Wouldn't Call It Re-branding. If I Get Bored With My Work, Then Other People Will - It's That Simple. And I'm Not Gonna Get Bored With What I'm Doing. I'll Struggle And Fight And Do New Things To Excite Myself - And Do It In My Own Sweet Way.

I Had Become Conscious Of My Physicality, Aware Of My Presence And Open To The Ugly Truths Of The World. At The Age Of Thirteen, I Realised That There Was A Danger In Innocence And Beauty, And I Could Not Live With Both.