Journal Entry- Free Association Writing. I Didn't Stop Writing Until I Was Done..

"She's gorgeous!" The whisper falls against the skin and lingers along the nerve. Possibly the wrong nerves. Striking a deep nerve.. Raising the skin. Like a self help book she repeats, "Just feel the sensation of being alive." They gaze on her hungrily like a pack of half crazed wolves. Salivating. She meets their gaze with equal intensity. Challenging. Standing up tall with defiance in her eyes. The defiance they want to break her. They want to see the surrender under their rough hands. To see the weakness of her sex in her eyes. At their mercy. At the mercy. Lord, have mercy. She once yelled, "Please have mercy!" hoping to save herself.  Discipline to pull herself out to get here. Countless hours of suffering in silence to a red beer in hand. Poured by kind hands of honest intentions. She smirks at the contrast. Enjoying the result. She holds the balance. Scales gripped firmly in her delicate lace glove covered hands. Strong shoulders she holds them with ease, The light of her life illuminating the easel. The work consistant with the growth in her life. On display for the wide variety. She attracts the vast array. Each individual with their own addition to pay. Shade the depth of her. Accepting the color, it saturates her. Wisdom of logic, it comes into play. Playing the moment. Repeating its' value in reflection. Each moment in reflection heightens the day. Like a repeated movie. Catching the detail she bathes in the glory. The glorious feeling of being alive again. Like coming out of the anesthetic and feeling the healing. The healing like loving for the first time. The healing progression of each new day. Not just anyone will do. No, not this time around. The third time is the charm. Not waiting for Prince Charming. She intends to hold it down. Contribution felt so differently. Like a crime fighting duo she plans on conquering the world after her morning shaker of Zija and feel the sensation of being uniquely.... Lin-z