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.
It's a funny thing, love. I've heard people say that when you fall in love, your heart beats faster. But this...this was nothing like I'd imagined.
Today is the fourth day of a new year. Not a new life, career, relationship, house...just a new year. I know in my heart and mind that just because it's a new year doesn't mean everything will magically change. Even now, in a bipolar low with zero manic motivation and a depressing outlook enhanced by the ever-present physical pain, there are a lot of things I'd like to do in 2017.
Robbie Rooster was depressed. He was grateful for his rescue, but the past three months on the farm hadn't been all that great.