Alone can be a comfortable place. I know.
I don’t think it’s a bad place to be in either; we find pieces of ourselves there, in the quiet. In the darkness.
I’ve been there—and often go there.
The good and the bad (relative and subjective concepts of course, but that’s another discussion) light up like metaphysical street lights on the dark roads of our subconsciousness in our solitude.
Usually, there’s far more good than bad, if we look, listen, and feel, closely enough.
Diane Fisk has lived a life that’s had its share of bad and darkness—in fact, she’s lived three of them. First, as the beautiful young Beatrice “Bebe” Williams from Charleston, South Carolina—and then, as the creative genius, Philippe “Midas” Couture of Paris, France.
The traumas of each of her previous lives drove her to end them, prematurely.
For the third time, Diane finds the sorrows of the world to be too much to bear—she decides to end it all again.
Perhaps, the third time’s a charm.
Or maybe, one of the simple beauties of the world—something as simple as a magnolia flower—will give her deeper insight into what truly matters.
Maybe it will give her a reason to live…before it’s too late.
All of us are worthy of magnolias.
—N. J. Simmons
Please please please read this. I am so full. My heart, my soul. The world needs this. Everyone needs this. I have no words. Simply amazing. Incredibly exquisite. ❤️