Why can’t people see me as I am. I am me. Not trying to be anything else, I am simply picking up on your vibes and reflecting them back. I am a ghost I am a woman. I am sensitive and I am here to get things done , to help to heal. Not to entertain but just to be me. Why can’t I just be me, alone. Alone because I am me.
“Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old. Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly contrives. In all creation, be assured, there is no death—no death, but only change and innovation; what we people call birth is but a different new beginning; death is but to cease to be the same. Perhaps this may have moved to that and that to this, yet still the sum of things remains the same.”
— Ovid, Metamorphoses