Originally posted on Cyranny's Cove:
This morning, still in the keeping-eyes-open process, and dealing with a 3 pound kitten that is convinced she is a cheetah… (Can’t blame her, we all had our phase haven’t we?) First (or about) post my eyes fall upon is called “The perfect wedding dress”… Chill down my spine,…
Pulling in the driveway Why? Knocking on an unknown house’s door Finding him. Fate making us meet again Over a glass of fresh water Just inches away Not wanting to give in and beg Not wanting to ask Heads slightly tilting Lips meeting At last Feeling the warmth inside me again At last Better…… Continue reading Blurry…
Wouldn’t you like to try something different Sometimes, when the winds are strong and the coldest of winter is knocking at your door… Like tonight, you know? Would you like me to write down Your scarf and your gloves, your jacket to hang by the coat-peg? I could unbutton your shirt with a few…… Continue reading Something different…
As part of my “Let me be your voice” project, once again, I am honored to host the story of a lovely reader who sent me a painful recalling of her past. I wish there were no such stories to share, but since there are… I hope letting it out at last will help and…… Continue reading “Let me be your voice” project – Sleeping with the enemy…
7h30 this morning (I’m rounding up… it might have been 7h33 or 7h26… ) I was awake since 4 in the morning, so I had quite a headstart over the big fireball. I suddenly realized that I was up before the sun and would go back home after it would have set. Call me…… Continue reading Not fair!
I got up to check the picture on my phone, and the feather was gone. I took it as a message from life to live in the moment…
Today was not a good day. It happens. It is just life… We all have bad days, right? Right. Only, depression leftovers make my bad days B.A.D. It often doesn’t really show. I just won’t think about eating, and spend all day concentrating on not letting show what goes on in my brain. Doesn’t sound…… Continue reading Kneeling down…
I am. RAM, Gigs, cookies… I don’t understand computer stuff. I must have too old of a soul… I guess.
Hollow, just not empty. She was broken. She had been for so long… She had no one to blame but herself, no sad story of a damaged childhood, no over dramatic twist along her path. Nothing to point her finger at, that people would feel sorry about. She had no visible scar, no open…… Continue reading Hollow…
I’m big on mints… A fresh breath is one important thing! When I went to the Dollar Store the other day, I came upon the above. Thrills. In my mind, it just spells “Yuck”. Why oh why would someone want to have a soap scented breath?? Worse, why would someone want to have a taste…… Continue reading Fresh breath…
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