“Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; & your purpose when you are confused.” ― Alan Cohen
"Let me stay, where the wind will whisper to me. Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story. In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me" Imaginary - Evanescence...
"Sunsets are comforting," I told him. He nodded, seeming to pay attention. I let the words soak in, and he eventually gave me a look. "Not like that," I laughed, "we're somewhere lost in the mix of it all--less noticeable." "Amen to that," he agreed.
You have been distracted by some story of your mind while driving, and now arrive at your destination uncertain who was steering or what route they took? Where did the present go? How do I know when I am "Present?"
((Open rp)) Maggie) *you pass the ice rink and see Maggie walking out. She's carrying a huge hockey back and she's wearing leggings and a sweatshirt with a messy bun. She seems like she's hurrying. You pull into the parking lot and she looks at you* oh hi! *she smiles and walks over to your car* what are you doing here?