Find me under my bed sheets, covered by dreams that warm me with realities that I have yet to live.

Wake me up.

The more ones reads, the more one swims towards the shores.

I'll never grieve,
Never wail,
Never be afraid of tomorrow,
I'll never leave
Never fail
Nor give up facing my woe,
No crying,
Oh, no!,
But listening to a music in my soul,
In my soul.

By dark moor - A music in my soul

Igot to fix my spacebar inmy keyboard...
it's messingmywriting so much. What ifijustwrotelikethis,would,people,understand,what,i,am,saying...our-should-i-use-hyphen-because-the-space-bar-is-not-cooperating-with-me?

Two steps backward
and three the other way
is sure to get the persistent somewhere someday

Before you go to bed, Let someone
special know that you love and
appreciate them!!!

I miss writing, Prose and poetry, oh but so much.

Going through surgery is just like turkey dinner.
They prepare you, dress you, stick you, stuff you, and leave you on a cold table surrounded by other instruments.

To all haters, continue rolling your eyes. You might find some brains inside there.

Why didn't anyone ever tell me that once you become a writer there is cake for breakfast??? This rocks!