Xanthria's Diary of Confessions

Preface A loose knot must be undone before it is made into a bow. What was taken without permission must be given back in order for it to be given freely. No conditions = no limits Freedom = unconditional love It’s amazing how strongly a person can feel about certain things. Especially things that they are unclear about or things that they don’t know about at all. Why do some people feel so strongly about love, romance, and finding the “right one”? Why is it so important? Can you believe a day, a whole day, is dedicated to love? It often makes you wonder if there really is such a thing. It’s a funny question to ask especially if you have it. Love that is. If you don’t have it, I guess it’s a pretty normal question to ask. Is life so unbearable that no one wants to live it alone? How do you find the right person? Is it already destined? Why do people feel this great need to be loved by someone else, even though we love ourselves? Isn’t that enough? I guess I could try to answer all of these questions based on life experience, but do I really want to? I think I am just going to enjoy the ride. The struggle to develop the feelings of love within you, and share it with the whole world, is a process that can take lifetimes. This unconditional love can propel us into places we can’t even begin to imagine. The roller coaster of emotions that are surrounding this love can stifle and confuse the most experienced riders. A simple girl lost in her delusions of fantastic love is always lost in the drama called life. This collection is just a window into the whirlwind world of one girl’s battle to understand love. It was completed to break a cycle of redundancy and reveal a personal path to nirvana. Moon Mr. Moon a half lemon wedge dangles at an angle Totally surrounded by the intoxicating syrup called night The stars effervesce brilliantly and explode Releasing the magic that makes you giggle with sheer delight. The cool breeze makes me float at its mercy As the soft leaves fall from the trees. Am I dreaming? No it’s love.