Lydia Anneli Bleth: März 2014

They see her and something deeper inside them stirs,
not just desire but the reckless urge to claim what was never meant to be owned.
The men look at her and tell themselves they want her.
They want her fire, her wildness, her untamed spirit.
They imagine being the one to quiet her storms.
They imagine being the one to soften her edges.
They imagine being the one who finally makes her choose to settle down.
So they pursue her relentlessly, drawn to the flame and convinced they are immune to the burn.
Until they look deeper and realize her eyes hold untold depth, not reflections.
Her heart beats with thunder, not whispers.
Her soul carries a depth they were never prepared to dive into.
Truth is, they believed she was like the others.
Beautiful, captivating, but still conquerable.
They were wrong.
They brought her fancy stuff and she asked for truth.
They offered luxurious meals and she searched for meaning.
They planned grand gestures and she wanted quiet conversations that touched the soul.
She would trade a thousand glittering stones for one moment of real connection.
She would trade them for one conversation that peeled back armor.
She would trade them for one honest glimpse into who someone truly was.
She didn’t care where they could take her.
She cared where their minds traveled.
She didn’t care what they could buy her.
She cared what shaped them, what broke them, and what rebuilt them.
And that frightened many.
Because she didn’t just want their attention.
She wanted their authenticity.
She asked for presence, vulnerability, and truth.
Not everyone is brave enough to stand naked in the light of a wild woman’s knowing.
Some stepped back.
Some ran.
Some admired her from a safer distance.
But she never changed.
She never softened her standards.
She never dimmed her flame.
She never shrank her soul to make anyone comfortable.
Accept her as she is or walk beside her as a friend.
Those were the only terms she ever offered.
Because she understood something most never do.
Love that demands you become less is not love at all.
She wasn’t waiting for a hero.
She wasn’t waiting for a savior.
She wasn’t waiting for a fantasy.
She was already whole.
She lived fully.
She loved fiercely.
She walked proudly through her own story.
And if one day someone crossed her path who could meet her there, she would welcome him without fear.
And if not, she would still write a love story with herself and with life.
So until then, she continues doing what she was born to do.
Loving deeply.
Living passionately.
Walking freely.
Strong, untamed, and unapologetic.
And one more thing.
They would never call her lonely.
Because eventually they would understand she wasn’t alone.
She was simply living exactly the way she chose.
Strong, beautiful and free.
~ ravenwolf

I have been asked why I use AI. People say that I look more beautiful without AI. The reason is: I don´t use AI to look more attractive! I use AI to dream myself out of the wheelchair into the outside world. This is called "Imagination & Manifestation" - and it works!!

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