50 Words of My Truth VII

I often feel that I was meant to be alone, that I was created as the lone wolf, but when lying alone in my bed I think of an old, faded wish. I only wished someone would’ve taken the time to fall in love with me, and it upsets me that no one has. –…

50 Words of My Truth VI

I accept truth in all forms, even when its formed into a thousand daggers to the heart. The truth that I’ve been avoiding and had been guarded from, is the very truth that set me free. Tomorrow I can breathe a little more deeply on my healing path. Thank you.

50 Words of My Truth V 

If I let you borrow my eyes for one day, you’d probably go blind. If I let you borrow my thoughts for just a brief moment, you’d probably lose your mind. No wonder you can’t see me, no wonder you can’t hear me, but I do exist beyond this flesh… Written by Tamica Nicole ©…

50 Words of My Truth IV

I’ve always accommodated to jejune people who never could compliment my whole. The trial and error of a polymathic loner’s path, I suppose. To be honest, “I always wanted a wise elder to guide me; always wanted a partner who makes me better. It’s become apparent that I am both.” Written by Tamica Nicole ©…

50 Words of My Truth III

I question so heavily what is actually genuine nowadays. People’s words and actions are merely sprinkled for a season – if that long, and then they fade quicker than they appeared. What gives? I personally was always taught that something truly solid, truly genuine can’t possibly be broken so easily. Written by Tamica Nicole ©…

50 Words of My Truth II

I’m big on loving unconditionally, but now I’m realizing that I can’t bend so much that I’m not being poured into and fed the way I need to. I can do a mediocre relationship with just about anyone,  but I want something magical; something my soul refuses to compromise on. P.S. – Thank you Tiffani….

50 Words of My Truth I

All I want is something real, but I’m trapped in a world where people go above and beyond to hide from themselves; masquerading in their blissful chaos and transferring self-inflicted pain from one person to the next. How can I expect to find real in a world full of fake? Written by Tamica Nicole ©…