Activities of Jodie Bawden

And at the end of all this,
I can close my eyes.
I can rest easy in the knowledge I did everything I set out to do.
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My Darling,

I am not your dream girl.
I am the dreamiest of girls;
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I have so many unspoken words, so many beautiful fantasies at the tip of my tongue. I eat flowers for breakfast, shower in exotic waterfalls and bathe in the purest of lagoons. I ride flying horses to work, dance amongst clouds and play with small elves before sliding down the glass rainbow to my bed of dreams.

Sometimes I lose time, he runs from me and sometimes I chase him, sometimes I don't but usually I find myself riding this deep, deep ocean current around Poseidon's castle. Sound is slow, the mermen are fast but I remain undetected. A mere mortal in the land of the unknown.
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Aron, you are my once in a lifetime person. You're the angel that once stole my heart, kissing me under a sky of dreams and an ocean of stars. We were so young and our love was so pure. I believe God was watching us that night; I believe he sent you to rescue me and I am eternally grateful. I will treasure those moments on the beach for the rest of my life - for it was a golden age in a mist of downfalls. I never thought I would experience anything like it. I touched heaven.

"I'm lost in the stars, in wonder. Our existence is precious, and I have never felt so incredibly free. My spirit is with the sea, my pride in the coastline and my heart in your hands. It is only you and me, both birthed by those stars in the sky. Nothing but magic, electricity is in the air and I dance along the shore. The water kisses my toes and the breeze plays with my hair and you join to play with me. We were two kids in love, soulmates, and that precious moment is now nothing but a beautiful shadow of the past. If I could, I would have stayed there. Sat by the fire on the beach, holding your hand, where life was so simple and I was so joyously free."
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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Twirl me around in my silly skirt,
Kiss my blackberry-stained lips and wrap my purple fingers in yours.
Sing high, laugh loud,
Grab that wicker basket and come have a picnic with me.
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She is an angel's work - a rarity. The air around her is electric, crackling with euphoria and her soul is just so bright with beauty and wonder. She dances with the willows, dipping and diving in some ancient unspoken step. In her wisdom she cries silver tears, the kind that chime as they run down her flushed youthful cheeks. Tears that inspire endless melodies of passion and grace, arising hope in those lost mortals that flock at her feet.

She's an angel's work - full of the most delicate, intricate perfections. She's eccentric, larger than life! She'll grab your hand, laughing like some drunken banshee. Running and singing down the open road. Brave and bold, she is her own fantasy. A portrait of what most will aspire to. She is a nymph, a water spirit, a siren - the most intoxicating of beings. Men have and will fall for her. Her essence is subtle, far from muted. She is a creature of God. Crazy, wild and free.
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I am bound captive.
His eyes glow with dominance, stripping my soul bare and leaving
but the brittle bones of my being.
It seems I revel in the vulnerability, wishing, wanting him to take me.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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