“Do you leave anything for the imagination?”
You can only see me through a screen.
Only speak to me through filtered conversations.
Only get glimpses of who I am.
Can’t smell my scent or caress this body of mine.
Can’t dive into my mind.
Don’t know my triggers or my favorite food.
Have no clue how my mind work or the thoughts I think on repeat.
What makes me laugh uncontrollably?
You have no idea what I’ve been through and how my past has molded me into the person I am today….
I’d say there is PLENTY to imagine.
I’ve noticed there will be some people who will continue to view life and those in it, at a surface level.
Some will come across my page and see another “IG model” posting nudes for attention, and frankly I’m ok with that.
Because these are very 3D thoughts and interpretations.
Other will stumble across here and notice the difference, that’s cool too.
I get it, instead of judging them and explaining myself until Im blue in the face, I’m learning to live and let live.
Those that get it will and those that don’t won’t ♀️ ♀️ ♀️ ♀️ ♀️
I just don’t have enough fucks to give.
I am extremely multidimensional.
Taking me at face value will only leave you looking incredibly silly in the end.
Haters and Naysayers fuel me like nothing else.
I’m literally built for this emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually.
You really have to reach me to bring me down. I reside on a higher vibration.
Damn near different dimension entirely.