We all have different reasons for blogging. What’s mine you ask? It’s quite simple actually. I long to make more connections with people and to have an outlet that allows me to express myself. 58 more words
The time has come,
But where does she begin?
Her heart is heavy, the guilt palpable.
Her big brown eyes shy away, hiding the unbearable truth. 23 more words
2 hours, 7 minutes
The Melodious Nocturne
Following up with the Sprinkled Donut Crunch cereal, this evolution of the Chips Ahoy cookie is another potential question to my childhood in a hilarious way. 88 more words
4 hours, 14 minutes
Express - You Are Self!
Some things aren’t easy. Some days are tough.. but I’d rather be a person with integrity, strong and steady. Than hidden in the rough. Unaware of whats to come. 166 more words
4 hours, 20 minutes
Roses are blue.
And not yellow or red or lilac.
Roses are blue in my imagination.
Because blue is the colour of fantasy,
Of dreaming and of infinity. 47 more words
4 hours, 21 minutes
I’ve recently discovered (and pardon me if I’m late) Daughter.
Do it, do it, do it now. Say it, say it, say it now..
I’ve been ordered so I must speak. 26 more words
4 hours, 39 minutes
My Cathastrophic Mind
MARCH 3, 2015
I thought of her again last night.
It is not that difficult considering that every night I come home to the same room that she used to. 415 more words
5 hours, 37 minutes