Dance With Me In The Rain
You’re not sorry.
No one is sorry.
I have a laundry list of people who aren’t sorry.
Even friends who stabbed me in the back. 83 more words
3 days, 11 hours
I cannot let my weaknesses win. I will be free in solitude. I will be free of chains that falsely ground me. Free from the comfortable lie I’m nestled in. 49 more words
5 days, 14 hours
The question of the night is: Can one truly be comfortable with who they are, not knowing (or having never met) whom they come from? … 205 more words
6 days, 12 hours
Melba Christie at Poemattic
It was supposed to have been a masterpiece
like a Degas or a Renoir,
carefully crafted to live a life of its own
way beyond the life of its painter. 143 more words
My 1st world problems . . . . .
What am I going to fix for dinner?
Should I have hubby bring dinner home?
Is it time to buy a new car? 292 more words
2 weeks, 1 day
This is the only new year where I feel change is in effect. I have never been more optimistic and I think its because I finally realize that nothing matters. 550 more words
As I said in my first post, I am a nurse. This profession allows me to see ALL sorts of personalities. This is not always a good thing. 282 more words
4 weeks, 1 day