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How do you find the words? Softly spoken, sometimes loud, and sometimes bold. High flames, low flames, should it be told. Colors glow, and the smells have different moods. Sandlewood reminds me of being in the woods, while vanilla gives me comfort. Lavender is fresh laundry; it goes perfectly with my purple dress. Each scent holds a story. Something like Amber humming low and steady. Cool Breez will be my beach days. Rose is like a memory I can't forget. Citrus and peppermint are like sunlight sneaking into a dark room. Baby Powered is like a newborn baby. When the scent rises, the room changes, the mood changes. Before you realize it. The smells turn into confessions. The warm Sugar smell softens the edges. Eucalyptus clears the path inside you you didnt know was blocked. Candles simply gives you the hugs you need The comfort after a hard day. The fresh blankets you choose to lay. The scent you choose describes the true version of you. Delleesa Harris 1/27/26

A Bright Star! How beautiful you are. Beautifully burning above the sky, high enough to be untouched. Just bold enough to be seen from afar, My fire is ancient, older than the questions you may carry, older than the night that tries to keep you buried. I shine because it's a must. I shine because I refuse to dim. This star refuses to whimper. No, I don't Wisper. I roar quietly, with a steady blaze against the dark, with a constant shine. I'm consistent with my light. I'm relentless. I keep the glow going long after all the other lights fade. And when you look up, you feel my pull. Gravitating. Captivating. The recognition that nothing is soft about this version of light. Cutting through the dark, I leave my mark. Soul catching this bright start doesn't just shine bright, it burns, with the heat that doesn't apologize. My existence is here to lead the way, follow my shin,e and you will, never go astray. This star rises because I have nothing to prove to you, but to myself. I blaze like fire because it is in my nature. Because my shine is born to challenge the darkness, No, not coexist with it. But if it wants me to, I can get relentless, I bet you I, will outshine you. And nothing can stop me. Bright Star, how beautiful you are. Thanks for reading By Delleeesa Harris 1/27/28

Stop selling each other short for the price of revenge,the currency of infidelity the cheap thrill of hate. Common sense doesn't add up when common sense run low in the bank account of our broken trust. We're selling our souls to gain points in the relationship that already sold out, auctioning off pieces of who we used to be for the satisfaction of being right. Both of us paying for the price of loves hassle,counting the cost of every harsh word,every door slammed,every night spent on opposite sides of the same cold bed. Out of desperation we buy de parts-Eyes that used to see beauty now shopping for flaws,lips that spoke promises now bidding on lies,hands that once held gently now reaching for anything that might fill a void. The clearance sale of our intimacy:ass for $9.99,hips marked down,hair on discount,heart half price and damaged goods. We browse the aisle of artificial affection hoping to resemble what was dismantled,searching for replacement parts for love we threw away when it was still under warranty. Change becomes inevitable when you realize you've been shopping in the wrong store, looking for value in the marketplace that only sell cheap substitutes for what was priceless. Be afford A boo- Not affordable in dollars but in currency that actually matters: respect that doesn't fluctuate,trust that holds its value,love that appreciates instead of depreciated with time. Stop the liquidation sale of your heart.You're worth more than bargain basement prices,more than clearance rack romance,more than marked-down affection from someone who sees you as inventory instead of irreplaceable...