I was thinking about all these stories that trace back to millions of eras in time. And sometimes these myths makes me wonder . . . and I find myself thinking that perhaps, yes, perhaps that we are loved more than we would ever know. How good the makers were When fire was gifted to… Continue reading Tracing back to love
The 'whys' in your life are only to clarify the direction you are giving to your life. Christa These recent days have been tough for the thinking part of my brain. Lots of questions raised in my head--questions about the things that I have set myself to do in order to create and sustain a… Continue reading The recent ‘whys’ in my life
Today's prompt descend induced in me a nostalgic perfume of a long lost time. I remembered the day when I went for a walk by the pond There were flowers of every colours and of every scent They were dancing with the Eastern breezy air The water was still, with fairy like insects loving and… Continue reading The pond
farce: Today prompt. (This is really a farce . . .lol) She walked into the somptuous room, decorated of golden pines and needles. She waited all of her life for this special day; at last she was going to sit on that throne, she was going to command, and she was going to be feared.… Continue reading Royalty masquerade.
Today one-word prompt is collaboration. Well, I guess that many people have found a good deal in collaborating with others . . . as for me my past life collaborations were all failures . . . lol. But I have learned a great deal from these past failures; thus forging a unique personal sight view… Continue reading Every man for himself and god for all
I really don't know if I should talk about the sadness that is weighing so heavily in my heart . . . should I go on spreading my negativity on my WP blog . . . or perhaps am I really sad right now! or how am I feeling this time! But the distance between… Continue reading Final me
Today one-word prompt is Pink. Sitting quietly in an immaculate room With my legs hanging on the armchair Mother came in & said: "Pretty girls sit properly" So I dip my pen in the pot of pink ink Emasculating my feminine lining I put on a coat as dark as charcoal Sublimating my contour bodily shaping… Continue reading Pink Manhood