Today's title seems fitting.
My dog Sugar does this really interesting thing every time I fall asleep. I can feel her head lay on my heart. It's like she is listening to my beat to make sure I am alive.
Crazy random thoughts:
Sometimes I listen to Elton John and I just go crazy. Crazy is the only way to put it, it seems. I get so giddy. On a side note- I am going to Florida in early January, it should be nice to get a way from a while.
And lately I've been feeling like the word "love" is thrown around too much. I am guilty of it too, but I just can't tell when someone sincerely love me, or if they say it freely like the words "hello", "hey", or "goodbye"?
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Then she walked up the road, she discarded the toad, the lie her mother wrought for her, the prince, the need for beauty and for originality.
Here she refused her tittle, and peoples need to know, her.
She was a pisces that she was sure of. Sure of too that she could not to be known. She stopped telling the truth. And found no truth inside. She loved no one.
And now she waits. To pick back up the toad is to give your life magic. To let people know what they do, correcting them as best she could with memories and content.
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