About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Sucker
Such a sucker for love. Yes, that is me. The romantic. Living in a fantasy dream. Yet, no fantasy at all. For love is real. It exists, if only in my mind. I just watched "the notebook". Such a beautiful novel. I thought the man wrote it, only to discover, it was she, the woman who wrote the book, signing it, saying, "as long as you read me, I'll always come back". Puts a different spin on the story. "You'll always come back". I cried. If Love is so beautiful, why cry? I know why. I lived it. "Why cry now?" It is about being human. Crying cleanses. Ok. Enough. This old heart of mine truly exists for love. Not blindsided love as before. Just love. The "perfect love" of being who you are, no "pretenses"...just being. Yea, it is truly beautiful.
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