I’m not pretty sure about much in life. 39 years, and my life is still, trying to get up that great big hill of hope, as a destination… (yeah, that’s not from me… Do you remember the tune?) Song references aside, if life has taught me anything, it is that trust and certainty are two very…… Continue reading I’m pretty sure…
After a lifetime just trying to fit in, she realized how well she had succeeded. Well done, gal! she thought… Too bad, you didn’t aim for “great”!
Who is to say, that counting the minutes the hours, the days is something that is needed? The time spent together measured in all non conventional ways, the moments and fractions, the movement of the solar system around the center of the galaxy, the sound of your breathing, the beat of my heart….…… Continue reading Needing clocks and calendars…
Not kneeling down ever, sensing the craziness and the insanity. Even in time in need keeping at lunacy’s arm’s lenght… proving more wisdom than she ever could have gathered. Letting her go on her rampage road… Waving goodbye from afar…
Is all that matters… for I believe not you feel young, at times, more that you feel older than your years the rest of times… Now, am I right, or am I wrong? It is really up to you dear to decide on which side of the line you want to stand… What…… Continue reading As young as you feel…
Unwilling surrender… Bad memory, bloody souvenir… Wrapped in a song, played over, and over and over…. Daily reminder of my bad choices…. Like a tatoo upon my forehead. Mockery awaiting, as if it wasn’t enough to deal with. Murphy’s laws at their best… Irony screamed at the top of my sorry…… Continue reading Call 911…
Smiling for the crowd, smiling to make people happy… Smiling at work, at home, online… A smile works wonders… Keep smiling 🙂
Le bleu d’un ciel plein de promesses, Le blanc de la neige encore fraîche, Dame Nature a bien haut hissé, son plus sublime fleurdelisé
My life was just a tune, a nice song to hum along the road until… I lay my palm upon your chest, Innocently looking for another heartbeat. Little did I know… Tapping my fingertips to the metronome rhythm of your heart, You could change my ballad into a symphony… …… Continue reading Symphony…
I have a habit of putting things in my pockets and forgetting them… Which is nice when it is loose change! Every change of seasons, I collect the 25 cents tokens I’ve left for dead during the past few months…. Today, I thought I’d go through my pockets since it was quiet for a bit…… Continue reading Denmark leftovers…
Cyranny's Cove 