I stretch a little, and lay back on the bed. I know it right away when sleep isn’t on its way… My body is exhausted, but I know I won’t get off easily. Not for a while, that’s for sure. So I think about my day, and review the chores and shopping I have…… Continue reading M – Part Fourteen
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Identity She was accused of fakery. Of not showing her true self… “Be yourself!” they’d insist, “Be authentic, for crying out loud!” She knew she was changing the shade of her very being, depending on who got to peek at a part of her soul… “What are you afraid of,…… Continue reading Chameleon…
I love watching moss. It’s like taking an instant plane flight. I like watching Moss too… Just for very different reasons! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
“All I ask for,” she started, as she brushed the sand between her toes, “are large hands. I would want him to have hands big enough to hold all the pieces of my heart…”
Almost mountains… Almost. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Today’s brain bubble requires a picture first. 24th of October, snail on tree, nothing that much out of the ordinary. That’s what you’d think. Not me. Because the snail is four feet high above the ground on that picture. And I thought “Wow, that quite a hike up, for such a small fellow!” And…… Continue reading My crazy brains…
Thrown to the winds, like all cautions otherwise held within… Wishes sweet, and wishes many, little wishes, and wishes very. Wishing you the kindest of days, the merriest moments, nevermind the skies’ greys… Wishing I could steal five minutes of your time, to wish you a happy birthday in person,…… Continue reading Warm wishes…
Patiently, you lit up the flame within me, starting from ambers only. Why don’t you now let me, warm your worn out fingers? Fair payback, if you ask me…
Drop dead gorgeous…. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
This is kind of taboo for me… I never really discussed it with anyone before, aside joking around with Madame Suze about starting a GoFundMe fund, a while ago. Talking about mixing blogging and money makes me uneasy. Very uneasy. If I was working for someone who was willing to pay me for writing, I’d…… Continue reading Coffee? Really?
