“Maybe they are not stars, but openings in the sky,through which the love of our dear lost ones drips and shines upon us, to let us know they are happy.”
(Inspired by an eskimo legend)
Our birthdays cause us to reflect– on what we have accomplished, who we have become, what has changed and what has stayed the same.It is good to be thankful for what you have in life. Life is a gift.Thank You.
Some lingering scent. Unwashable.
Nostril in quivers and shudders of impatience.
Time stands still -a horse shot to death.
A gelatinous time with trapped sounds.
Insects caught in a net,
turning to dust between fingers.
an unwavering image
in the back of the eye.
An inaudible voice
before the heavy head hits the pillows.
the last conscious thought
of a tired mind.
An itch in the fingertips,
a sudden burst of heat.
a taste of water,
an aftertaste of kiss.
A constant presence.
A room in one’s mind.
People’s memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.
“That’s not a gray hair, honey,
That’s your silver lining.”
My online diary, amongst other things. I also do book reviews because I'm the type of chick who brings a book to a party.
Un phoenix renăscut prin cuvinte din cenuşa amintirilor
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow. ~Mary Anne Radmacher
Zile și zile
I teach you and you teach me!
a citi este a bea apă...şi mi-e sete tot timpul..:)
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