She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Now the fire, warm to my face, draws a cold draught from the door behind me.
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Now the full sun of day slices blades of blinds double edged. Now.
Now the quizzical response rearranged lip and limb into a wrestler's stance blaring, "Who DO you think YOU are?!" Now.
Now she has returned from her beloved gardening to drink afternoon tea with me, my world is complete.
'Sharing an experience creates a reality.' Create a new reality today.
'There has to be some give and take.' If I can take my time I'm willing to give it.
'The most difficult criticism that a writer has to comprehend is silence.' So speak up.
Now the sketchy tangle of shrub erupted into a full sensory foilage assault, complete with fragrant-hum-buzz-alarming-red-shocks. Now.
'Now' is not littered with blinding regrets, 'now' is not 'then' overflowing with broken things and tears, that's why it's called now because by definition it can't be.
Now the lights of distant domiciles flicker uncertainly in the dark beyond, flicker as they squat upon where once was trees.
Now the froth of grey discarded bits here, curtains there, as it relocated thin roil to thick muck. Now.
Now the factory across the car park from my office is making curry, and the smell coming through the window is divine.
Rimmer: You can't just whack Death on the head!
Lister: If he comes near me, I'm gonna rip his nipples off!
You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it.
- Robin Williams
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