Being held and holding others in this soft, warm, blanket. How did I get to an egg in my hand, to a blanket? Don’t you just love how things happen in blogs?
Smell of rain
all chaos and dirt
The taste of your name leaves me not the same
Not a sound not a hiss, what is this?
When I realized we were on a vast ocean of water, I panicked…
Car accidents, nightmares, assumptions of what you should be doing vs what’s in your heart, and your path.
We are being convinced more and more that heaven is for real. Are we convinced, yet?
Human Condition… We all live, breathe, feel, and deny it.
Don’t we all go to the dark side?
For those of you who are thinking about writing a book, regardless of the genre, know this: it won’t write itself. Keep on keeping on!