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creativetona · 3 years
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Imagine A Story where,
its 2021: Tired of being scared of the outside world, She decides that her illnesses do not define her. She vamps her resume & gets her dream job abroad; 29 & tied to nothing, leaving behind a love she wants to get back to but she can’t turn this opportunity down. Assisting the Director of an Art Magazine that has shaped the lives of starving artists, just like her. She believes this experience will open her mind to her potential-since everyone around her sees it but her.
Her hard loving heart blinds her from seeing things at times for what they are.
The sad part is that when she gets back, the love of her life is in the arms of another women. She contemplates her life but how could she expect for him to wait on her? Life moves on and Love did not wait.
What we all learn is that we can’t put our dreams on hold for love. There are things that are out of our control but God knows what He is doing, so he surprises her with an unexpected love the moment she fully surrenders.
He doesn’t belittle her.
He doesn’t leave her broken during difficult times.
He makes plan for a future, that involves the happiness of both parties.
She can’t have kids but dedicates her life to creating opportunities for kids & an environment where kids can develop their artistic skills in a loving, un- judgemental environment. 
Would you watch this movie?
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creativetona · 3 years
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Poem Love Hour #1
Look at the life you’ve created
but first,
You are the Artist God created
Maybe this is the secret to life
Maybe we should let it all come to light
this life is to precious to leave it behind
Its time for the world 
to dissolve all bitterness 
and learn to be kind.
We are all humans and 
My dream is for all to see eye to eye.
Times aren’t perfect 
But I have hope one day we won’t be dreamin’ 
and it’ll all be alright.
-A.Y.C
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creativetona · 3 years
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Como quisiera verte conocido mas Tia, cada dia que paso siento que te conozco en los colores del cielo. La otra noche el cielo paresia un fuego, colores anaranjados, amarillos con un rojo mezclado con morado-el arte que solo lo hace un Dios del universo...me recordo a ti. Y lo tanto que soy como tu. Como mi madre y las mujeres que todas crecimos a ser. Somos una familia de flores unicas-Venezolanas Guerreras.
My History, My Heritage 1991 Ocumare, Venezuela.
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