Here’s to the what ifs
The ones that got away
The roads not taken
The regrets over yesterday.
The coulda woulda shouldas
The cliches that rationalise… 127 more words
This week, Ailsa suggested we do something a little different; combine a favorite poem with a fitting photo.
This was one of my father’s favorite poems, I remember him showing it to me as a child, from one of the books of Robert Frost’s poems we had on the shelf at home. 147 more words
today I was invited into a dinner party where I met interesting people but I cought myself in self-pity thoughts: the other participants seemed to have a more direct path in their life: they got their first book out pretty young, or they had already exposed their art in different countries. 120 more words