Dear Journal,
Yesterday I bought flowers for Ma and Pa and clips and jewellery. But nothing pleases them.
My brother and Simba are the apples of my eyes. My love is eternal. My love is real.
I love somebody because of whom I know my love is growing, evolving. Intact always creating impact.
Love grows and as it does it faces brambles. But what are brambles but dry twigs?
They can be crushed or soaked with water. The water of my love pours out to give the Earth the gift of immortality. All for my Simba.
My sweet Dalai and Daisaku Ikeda have been born to me and taken away and are living in circumstances I understand to be tough. My protection remains for my children as they flow on my waters, basking in the sun and moon under my cool shade, all to me: their mother earth. I am their world.
Love,
Me.
I am grateful for my next job.
I am grateful for my children.
I am grateful for my brother and husband.
I am grateful for the forests.
I am grateful for the police.
I am grateful for life.
I love life the most.
Immortality is here.
I am grateful for Simba.
I am grateful for my wonderful friends.
I am grateful for my parents.
I am grateful for Salman.
I am grateful for my next job, a wonderful job.
I am grateful for wifi.
I am grateful for my next birthday cake.
I am grateful for regeneration.
Love,
Me.
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