The ticking hands of time,
Caress my wilting skin,
And work knots into my spine,
Till it’s bent like wire.
Time is out too get me; 97 more words
I absolutely love parties. Any kind. You wouldn’t know it from my career choice, but I am tremendously extroverted. I most definitely identify as a social butterfly, although I am in favor of changing the term to “social moth.” It’s not nearly as pretty, but let’s face it: the most intense social interaction tends to happen on Friday and Saturday nights. 538 more words
I realize that not all people are like me.
Not everyone likes to remember what’s happened in the past.
I can agree that there are some things in my past that I don’t particularly want to linger on, but there are so many wonderful moments that I cherish and do so love to reminisce on. 688 more words
Photo made for Pharmacist Linda, the Netherlands.