I remember an uncle, who left this earth as I arrived.
can one night do?
Shit happens. If you don’t believe that, you aren’t paying attention.
Finding good in the bad. That’s my new hobby.
Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.
sanctuary should always be wherever we find ourselves…
“I’m old enough; I know it all,” she stated; “Not numbers, books, but ways of love and living.”
A bad day for the poet
For the first time in months, I find myself wordless. The upside is that “wordless” is not making me feel “worthless”.
Shan’t hear complaints from one who’s oft so cold.
trust me – my new was harder.
She fell into his arms widespread, And trusted he would hold her fast. ‘Tis time to see her head and heart be wed.
No more does night descend with dread. Who knew you’d light a lamp when asked? I fall into your arms widespread; ‘Tis time to see my head and heart be wed.
I know it lies with me to find my cure; Won’t please the masses – never perfect be.
Endless flow of “how to” laws?
Naturally – we’ve endless flaws…
Confused? Ambivalent? Feeling lots of feelings? Good.
Early on, we knew what we had bought…
I think I’ve been thinking about growth the wrong way…
Some days your plans change
The recurring feelings of hurt, abuse, neglect, failure (fill in the blank) begin to define who we are, and we fear we won’t know who we are if we become someone BEYOND or WITHOUT that pain.