My dark world is a cynical one. A cynical world that knows that once you remove the sugarcoating from the words there is insincerity and not always integrity. I can feel the daggers that are launched in the guise of sweetness. I can feel the feelings and energy that were intended. I am a knower of truth and a reader of souls.
But sometimes behind the fake tans and polished nails, I find a heart that is true and pure. A heart that is ready to share its truth. A soul that recognizes a mate and opens itself to me.
My soul and my heart do cartwheels when they make a friend. And right now, at this very moment in my life, I am giving myself more chances to smile as I throw up my shield and deflect the words mixed with sugar and poison from entering my heart.
I prefer flames filled with truth and gymnastics meets for my heart.