Knotted

Jan 09, 2010 23:59

I'm...it's. Inside there are snarls of yarn, looped round and round. Where do they end, when do they stop, where are they going? I don't know ( Read more... )

Leave a comment

Comments 2

desert_rose January 10 2010, 11:45:41 UTC
Let's find a beach, or a lake, light a fire and listen to the gentle waves lapping the shore this summer. Wouldn't that be special?

I know lighting a fire might not happen, but it's been something I've wanted to do for so long- sit by a fire on the beach, just lovely.

And with a good friend to talk to, or sit silently with adds to that special moment.

I know how you are feeling, Maria. I woke feeling that tension each day, knowing I couldn't be who I remember being so long ago, and worrying about what that day would bring.

I'm thinking of you, hun, and sending love!
*hugs*

Reply


millysdaughter January 10 2010, 13:56:59 UTC
**hugs**

Peace at any price is no longer a goal for me.
Sometimes, you need to put your back against the wall and take a stand. The older I get, the fewer things I will bicker about because most of the petty stuff really does not matter...but the things I will fight for at this point are things that will get me to fight to the death. With my sheild or on it! I may know odds are good that I will lose the battle but I will fight it anyway -- or, as Jack Nickelson said, "pick up your gun and walk point on that wall."

Reply


Leave a comment

Up