The memory that divines.
But affixed on a retributive cycle.
It becomes a mundane when vocalized
Like the fire which loses its essence
When cultivated through undeserving hands; 241 more words
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My name is Dan and I reside in Southern California with my husband, Danny, and our super intelligent and wonderful Parrotlet, Dory. I worked for 27 years in the corporate world until my hearing loss become too profound (along with numerous vertigo attacks) and I had to quit working. 171 more words
You are my muse: you inspire the best and the worst of my words.
You inspire me to write the prose of angels. You make me want to tell you the depth of how I feel for you, and how I yearn to see you, and how I want nothing but happiness for you, even if it sends mine to the grave. 172 more words