Superlatives ahoy . . .
I have been described as
a passionate woman ere
this.
Reasons being . . . I tend
to feel all things in a big
way. I don't do middle of
the road in any way, shape
or form.
I adore my children. I love
my friends. I love red and
hate pink, colors and wine!
Loathe, abhor, despise, hate,
dislike all things false!
I wonder at the glories of life
and despair at its insanities
and inanities. Sometimes I
even prefer the questions to
the answers.
No can do mid, like, little,
sometimes, every now and
then! Give me love, huge,
always and ever!
Maybe this sense of self at
its exaggerated best, comes
from having faced death
head on a couple of times.
However this has come to
pass, I thrill in life in the
superlative. Sooooo pray
this will be so until my very
end!
So mote it be . . .
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