sometimes on that bleak track
(see the sun is gone again)
the tears were pouring down her face
she was crying and crying for a girl who died so many years before…
charlotte sometimes crying for herself
charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself
but it’s always with love
with so much love it looks like everything else
of charlotte sometimes
so far away glass sealed and pretty
TAURUS If there were such a thing as the Queen of Heaven- a living Goddess who lit up your longing to see life as it really is- and if this Queen of Heaven came to be with you right now, what would you say? Would you seek an answer to the most important question in your life? I advise you to do this imaginative exercise sometime soon. The time has come for you to receive a blessing from the highest expression of feminine power.
A passing remark, a sad song, a bad day and you’ve had it. The tears will come and they won’t stop.
I couldn't spill my heart My eyes gleam looking in from the dark I walk out in stormy weather Hold my words, keep us together Steady walking but bound to trip Should release but just tighten my grip
You mean that much to me And it's hard to show Gets hectic inside of me When you go Can I confess these things To you I don't know Embedded in my chest And it Hurts to hold
Today we wear soft cotton shirts and pants, and women get support for their breasts from other supple materials designed for comfort. But the same woman who pities the corseted girls of the past may very well go to the gym five times a week to do a hundred sit-ups on a Swiss ball and an hour of aerobics. Most likely she is exacting about her diet, eats foods that have been stripped of various life-sustaining elements and thus keeps her body fat to a minimum. The whalebone ribbing is gone from just beneath her dress, but now her own ribs show through the cloth … Also note that though it was hard to fail at wearing a corset, many women today fail at their body goals, spend massive amounts of money on half-used gym memberships and diet programs, and worst of all, feel tortured by their failure …
So who is crazier?
Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. -Khaled Hosseini