A form without shape, A life of pure soul, My muse doth wake, Ambitious and droll
I tilt my head and offer a thin smile to my best friend standing beside me. “I’m sorry, Susan. But we both knew this day would come.”
Imagine a world where you only saw in black and white unless you were in love.
If you give it your all You'll still fall forward It will hurt But this is not the end
A chill in the wind carries summer from sight The storm overtakes my mind A chill in the wind brings a shiver of fright Love of a harrowing kind
Only my shadow's twin dances beyond the portal, but my own reflection remains yet to be seen. Where has it gone? Am I so invisible to the world that not even the mirror recognizes me before it?
I slice my hands on your paper heart with every fold as I try to return you to who you once were. This lesson is one I should know cannot be mended with creases. Like the cuts on my fingertips masked with a bandage, a hidden tear still leaves a scar.
When we feel as if we're running out, we try to buy time. When we have a bit extra to spare, we spend it. When we want to show someone how much they mean to us, we spend it on them; when we can, we spend it together.
When you have something, don't you feel better when you share it with others? My books will be my own and I can be as selfish with them as I like. But my blog should showcase others as well as myself.
There are many ways to interpret the phrase, and every one of them applies to my life. No wonder I'm always so skeptical when something good comes my way.