Sometimes old songs bring back great memories.
We can all use a little hope
How funny my little stalker do you really think I don’t notice one like unlike every day?? hahahahaa oh dear you fool no one. For heavens sake stay and take a long look. You cute lil ol narcissist you think all my posts are about you any way. Why you think you are that important is beyond me but stop with the games. You fool no one never have and never will.
A beautiful post about losing and finding oneself again. The thing with writing is that it makes you dig around in your soul. Frees you. I am glad that the cracks of that freedom are bringing your walls down.
Autumn breathes the last gasps of the season,
as leaves of brown and gold drift from the treetops –
a blanket of decaying warmth.
Grey skies steal the color from the day,
mourning the end of another time of year.
The darkness envelopes and caresses
lulling the earth to sleep,
held in the cradle of the slough.
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Bless you and your joy.
Brilliant I really liked this. Do yourself a favor and take the time to read it.
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my…
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It is amazing the number of people that will blindly follow others. Never checking the facts themselves they just get in line with whatever they are told. It makes no difference if it is the truth or not. They don’t care who is hurt, what reputations are attacked without cause they just follow along.
Funny thing is like the slaves they are they are shackled to the lies and the smut they spread. Sooner or later it catches up. Truth has a way of cutting through the black fog of hate. No matter how many times the slave is shown the truth they cannot see it. They have gone blind to reason, to free will.
Like the Stockholm syndrome they begin to align themselves with their slavers. To emulate them and make them heros when all they really are are hateful people entertaining themselves with the suffering of others. They become slaver and slave working together to enslave others that foolishly follow them.
I am grateful for my good and true friends. They are very rare indeed and should be treasured.