Katrina Pride
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Once a wandering lost mind turned into a free spirted, free thinker, I write to get out all emotions and whimsical ideas I can't seem to express vocally.
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The Day I Fell In Love
Here is the story all about how my life completely changed after I fell in love with Marley Jay. I lived my entire life not knowing he existed, and this whole time I thought I was living life blissfully happy. I had briefly heard before of others speaking of the love they had found and the joy it had bought them and how it changed their life but I just assumed eh, that lifestyle was never meant for me to experience. So, living life I continued the way I had always done completely unaware of what was in store for me.
By Katrina Pride4 years ago in Confessions
Lost
I thought I knew where home was. I thought I found it in you. In the flicker of your eye whenever you winked at me. In the glistening of your teeth when you smiled my way. In the rumble of your voice whenever you assured me life would be okay. In the intoxicating aroma of your natural pheromones that left me drooling for more. In the center of your chest as I laid my head being soothed by the thump thump of your heart while your arms held me tight squeezing away the doubt of my past life. But just when I thought I found my home, I seemed to have forgotten how to get there. As if someone uprooted it from its foundation and keeps moving it making it harder for me to find. I keep looking for home thinking I’m getting closer with every turn but it’s never the right one. And somehow I’ve stumbled into this apartment. It’s not quite like home, but it feels oh so familiar. It rests my mind and my aching body from running on the long journey chasing home. Although this apartment isn’t my forever home, this is where I shall plant my feet in this temporary dwelling and enjoy my stay with smaller comforts. That is until home is found again.
By Katrina Pride4 years ago in Poets
Finding Home
I never knew how to explain it until now: all my life I’ve felt like I was on vacation. Visiting both exquisite and rundown places staying for stretches of time but knew it would soon come to an end because it never felt quite right. Giving up on finding my permanent dwelling I vowed to be a forever wandering soul, refusing to make roots in one place and stay on my never ending travels. But then I stumbled in the doorway of something that felt so familiar, something that intrigued and gave me comfort that I felt before but not in this lifetime. Still nervous of my findings, I took a step back and just peered through the [windows] asking daily, “is my vacation coming to an end?” I feel myself wanting to run back as often as I can; for this place satisfies all of my being and causes my mind to want to recall memories from a previous life spent here because this feels like deja vu. And that’s how I knew I found home. Key not yet cut, door still not open; but that foundation of my home is one that not even all of the natural disasters combined could shake. Built solid and Impenetrable…one day I’m coming to you.
By Katrina Pride4 years ago in Poets
