MamaLion11

    Skyrim. It’s a beautiful land, steeped in tradition. Some say the people here are as cold as the land itself, and more often than not, it’s true. Despite all the rumors, regardless of accuracy, Skyrim is my home, and I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.    Now the land I love is torn by civil war. The Stormcloaks, a rebel group under the command of Ulfric Stormcloak, are fighting for Skyrims independence. The Imperial Legion, military arm of the Empire, is fighting to keep Skyrim united with the empire. All this fuss started over a peace treaty signed between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion, the ruling body of mos

sweet deep quiet. wash over me. as the spiral of my being rides the spiral of the galaxy, open my third eye. look into me. mantra carry me. carry me someplace higher and holier and brighter. somewhere lighter. somewhere cleaner and smooth with zen radiating out like ripples. mother bear, receive my offering, hear my prayer. you bring healing to the mind. you bring rest. ursa sing for me, let me dream at your breast.

Love. Such a simple word That has so much meaning. We all have it Even if we can't see it. And we all give it to others. So don't think you're unloved. I can guarantee that's not true. Someone out there loves you. Even when you're all alone Even in the darkest days. Someone loves you. When everything goes downhill When darkness is all you see. Someone loves you. Someone always loves you Because, I love you.