Little Johnny watched his daddy’s car pass by the school playground and go into the woods. Curious, he followed the car and saw Daddy and Aunt Jane in a passionate embrace. Little Johnny found this so exciting that he could not contain himself as he ran home and started to tell his mother. “Mommy, I ...
Son, I want you to listen to me.I have something important to say. Yes Dad… No son, really listen. Come, sit next to me. Ok Dad. I’m not young like you, but I was once. I know Dad. If this is about the… No son it’s not. You promised to listen. Sorry Dad… Well, can ...
I embrace my insanity it shackles me to no more than a fleeting glimpse of myself, a thought, a speckle of reason a constant reminder of why I’m here, mortally bound to a mind that seeks to be free of the self asking answers of questions not yet born. ~Because there are days that I ...
A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don’t know why we put things ...
Why do I blog? At first, I thought that my sole reason for starting to blog would be because of boredom— or perhaps to prove to myself that I could also make one for myself. But as I started to ponder on why I decided to embark on this hobby, I came across with more ...
Lonely are the nights Lonely are the days Lonely am I, in so many waysLonely are the seasons Lonely are the years So lonely am I, that it brings tears. Lonely is this place Lonely is my life Lonely am I, that I reach for a knife Lonely is this court room Lonely is my ...
Today upon a bus, I saw A lovely maid with golden hair; I envied her – she seemed so gay - And oh, I wished I were so fair. When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle, She had one foot and wore a crutch, But as she passed, a ...
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less ...
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then the ...
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