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Dare we dream?
Dare we dream?
All of us are searching for something, a reality, a fantasy, something to hold onto, even if it's only in our minds. Some of us call it love, some pain. It may seem the same. I sit here, tonight, wondering if I found that Vulcan box Pandora was given? Will I open it and find hope in the center? Or will I be devoured by the cruel horrors that reside in the human soul? I know what it is that I hope for, that I crave. It is elusive, though. I whore out my emotions in the hopes that one day they will be taken in and loved by the one I seek. I question myself daily, drill myself, wondering if I have already found that sweet sanctuary that I desire, or if it is still out there?
I wonder, too, if it is evolving like I am.
Yet, I feel confident that it is out there, my dream. My desires and all that I never knew I could not live without. FIND ME... have I found YOU?
I love you, with all my humanity, my intellect and my soul.
Grow with me, change as I do, but, please never lose who you are, what you are. Help me find myself, please?
Love Forever, Inlakesh,
3/27/2006 1:58 am
Welcome back, I was wondering whether you would return.|
I often wonder along similar lines myself at times but I know for myself that when the previous times came upon I did open Pandora's Box because hope is not something that has ever been destroyed for me, injured certainly but I do believe that somewhere out there, there is someone who can and will believe in them, that desires to share their life and experiences.
We all have the potential to be beautiful creations as such each of us are unique in that beauty, it can never be recreated and someone will recognize how special that uniqueness is and treasure the person for it.