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I Lied

I once believed that love wasn’t meant for me. Little did I know, soon I’d need you like the air I breathe. To crave your touch and the feeling of you inside of me.

Poetry

Well, hello there!

I am starting this blog because I have always wanted someone to just tell me where to go- whether it be dinner, happy hour, the best non-cheesy rooftop bar, or a weekend getaway. 110 more words

Fickle

Inspiration! Does It Strike You?

Welcome!  Another question today.  My Minion (Joel Rede) asked me “What inspires you?”  Well, is “everything” an acceptable answer?  At least that’s the immediate answer that usually pops into my head.  599 more words

Writing

The Value of True Friendships–Part I

What are your friends like? Do they encourage you? Do they support you? Do they influence you in a positive way? Do they go out of their way to help you in time of need? 790 more words

Spiritual Growth

once upon a once, 5th June 2015

I have so many flaws I could be a skyscraper……..  if I was an owl I’d be the quietest owl in the world because, because I wouldn’t give two hoots…… the other day I found a box, there was nothing in it, so I climbed in and sat there until someone else came along, peered in and saw, nothing in it…….. 219 more words

Philosophy

Happiness Was A Fickle Friend

Happiness was a fickle friend.
Eyes on your time piece;
quarter past ten.
“The table for one needs
a check and a pen.”
You’re shook up, it looks like
you’re stood up again.

Poetry