Hiding behind a painted smile, wondering… Letting days go by, and silently weighing in the pain. Is it really worthwhile? She doesn’t want to hear the answer, this voice within screaming words cutting deeper in her soul than the sharpest knives. Pretty dress, fancy shoes, perfect make up… Studied camouflage making her look like a…… Continue reading The End?
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The second you take your first breath, you’re one breath closer to death.
I hesitated long before getting decided to write this… I thought about it for days, and I had many doubts whether it was a good idea or not to speak out. My dear friend Linda, from Tales From The Cabbage Patch has lost her son a couple of days ago. If I thought she would, herself, publish…… Continue reading Love for Linda…
A little over a month ago, a very dear friend lost a sibling, very unexpectedly. This morning, I learned about the death of the son of another close friend. In either case, I am not geographically close enough to do the only thing that would seem appropriate; go pay a visit, and offer a…… Continue reading Sending my love…
No, not that way! I am not depressed or having dark thoughts… But the recent death of Chester Bennington, singer of the music band Linkin Park has provoked a tsunami of grieving among fans… I wasn’t aware I had so many of them in my surroundings, and I was surprised to see how much…… Continue reading I’ve been thinking a lot about suicide lately…
And at times, the numbness just wrapped itself around her. She stopped feeling altogether, and just sat by the side of the pond of her being, watching herself, lying under the mirror-like surface. She wondered if she was looking at the reflection of her breathing self, or watching the drowned side of her soul…… Continue reading Numb…
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Fearing for my life such a trifle, when she wore her red dress and sharpened her nails, Do you desire me? she asked while she circled a tigress smelling blood the prey, feeling somewhat scared was a good word intimidated, hunted, bound and left to die a horrible death, torn from limb to…… Continue reading Dressed to kill…
I read this morning that one of WordPress’ bloggers passed away last week. (You can read the original post announcing her death Here) I didn’t know Jennifer, but it made me realize how horrible it would be to learn that one of you, or one of the bloggers I follow died suddenly. It is…… Continue reading Losing a player… (Jenmotivates12)
Cyranny's Cove 