So off I go in a moment to do myself up a little (so I look the part, it is France after all)
It makes no sense to feel like this. Sensibilities, are they more than preconceived notions of what is right and wrong?
Today’s offering, is a poem from my heart as it ran free, while I was down and out and in the middle of a high fever: The very best way to find inspiration!
This is a post for those who have loved and lost – you may be absolutely ok 354 days of the year, I know I Am but on anniversaries, well you know, it’s ok to dwell a little
Such are the joys of love and life, and I have enough drama to last to eternity and back
But life’s like that, and I don’t beat myself up for not going with the flow, instead I just move along until I can.
I am just a piece of fluff Blowing in the wind We all break down We blow around Until it rains Not so good, for fluff…
How those clouds dare
To race across you up there
‘To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides’ David Viscott
The magpie called to me just now You can’t imagine the amount of time I spend in the past before I realise, and present myself, once…