F this !


F this 

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Yeah you’re right.

You are 99.9% correct all the time .

And I’m wrong,

100% Tainted in my soul.

Is it a Sin if anger burns under your skin?

Would you ask to be forgiven if it was you instead in knee deep?
Yeah you’re right.

I could, should , must have done better.

I open and shut all the drawers of my miserable excuses only to be confronted by the horror of your disbelief.

Shall I run like I always do like a puss in the night?

Shall I stand brave and take it all ? 

I shudder, gag I can’t swallow it all. 

Rain and dropsĀ 


Drops and wind 

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You could hear it coming stealthy in the night.

Slow then fast and furious.

Wetting the floor making it glimmer under the flickering lights. 

The rustling of the trees quickening with every second as insomnia grips and creeps…

Write becauseĀ 

Write because
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I write in the night because my words speak clearer and smoother than they do in the light.

I write late while the world sleeps and the spark in my mind fires at top speed.

I write after dark because the voice that speaks to me whispers in harsh tones demanding to have weight.

I write because I need a platform to be heard when the last light of the day has dim and the star needs to be seen.

I write when I’m lonely,  when I feel lost and depressed. They come like tumbling weed to my bellows bearing comfort or amusement.

I write when my muses makes me smile.
I grin like a silly fool and think of all sorts of fun things that we do.

I write for this moment in this space to leave behind a little something more than pictures. Perhaps this is a window to the mind of a wanderer never quite finding her footing on solid ground.

I write freely and can be anything and everything or nothing. And that’s fine, It’s my comfort zone.

I wrote to one day read this again and be happy that I’ve captured this moment and you have read what silly notions I’ve wrote. 

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Time Passed


Time passed. 
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It gets hard and hard to say goodbye.
I grow older and the reckless,
restless ways gives way to this fragile heart.
Would you take me away and hid me for a while,
While I make peace with it.
Show me your smile,
Warm my heart in yours,
While I’m still yours and the time is golden
Let’s remember,
Nothing lasts forever,
Just the memory of coming to pass..