I am staticmy life is movingI see from my windowwhatever it shows I was youngI will be oldwhat changes I wonderas I grow I am not going anywhere I have reachedmy life is still movingwhich direction, I don’t know my boat is staticthe river flowsI know thatyet I row
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I think I use it
How do you use social media? It likeseverything I dosometimes not as muchas I would like it to do it shows mewhat I wantsomethings it hides too I feel I use itsometimes I am not surethat I do
She makes me live
Describe a positive thing a family member has done for you. She feelsshe knowsshe understandsshe forgivesshe accepts she lovesshe makes me liveshe is my life
Five happy morning things
your waking smilethat turns into sunshine your fragrancethat fills meas blossomsthe morning flower you voicethat echoes my loveas the birdscall their soulmates your touchvelvety and gentlelike the puremorning dew the snugglewarmlike the calming quilt around me these are fewof my happy things
Best is to Laugh
To laugh would be good!An exercise I wouldn’t mind you can also laughif you areso kind To laugh
Not the man from Petushkie
What job would I do for free?I say Noneand never free Why do something at first place?and that too for free? I have a sane mindand not a muddle headfrom Petushkie if its a jobit can’t be funand to do it for freeis a wrong plea If it was to dreamI would do it forfreeContinue reading “Not the man from Petushkie”
Morning ritual
up in the morningmatching the sun quick stretchoff the bedgo for a run splashingthe imageof the morning sun on the cool wavesyet untouchedby warm rays of the sun is what I alway wishI must do as I hitthe snoozeand dream some more
What makes me Me
in the mirrorwho elsecan i see a thoughta feelall that is me my aspirations, my dreamswhat I alwayswanted to be my memories, my regretshow I wantedit to be in the path I traveled and on many pathI would never be the jumbleso uniquethat’s what makes meMe it’s mewho elsecan i be
My Day
If you could have something named after you, what would it be? There is a Sundaya Monday a Tuesday a Wednesday, Thursday and Friday toothere even is a SaturdayWhy can’t weadd one My Day
What makes me laugh
I make the worldto live a lifeand enjoy and then I feel hurtand cry start believingmy own lie and then I wonder what will happenwhen I die and thatmakes me laughandsometimes cry
My Tales Within 