He writes words of beauty,
From a soul awash in pain and sorrow.
So buried in the darkness of the past
That he keeps losing the light.
No matter how far removed that past may be.
It sucker punches him from behind
And down the rabbit hole he goes.
In those times we’ll call from the dark shore
To break through those waves of drowning memories
So he may find his lighthouse.
everyone needs someone like you Mike in their lives. someone to be a light that shines in the darkness. the past is closer than most realize, ready to take you down when you aren't looking. hugs to both you and tim
interesting, but it would drive me bonkers (the partial color blindness would be on overload for me).
now, using the Activity Stream is great and i've been using it for a while now and like it. thanks for looking for ways for everyone to use the site.
cats rule! but if i had to chose between a corgi or one of those "designer pocket-book dogs", give me a corgi. i'm not much of a dog person but i did love the Eskie we had.
oh i don't know. having the snake come out of the flush toilet in the house, like my grandparents did, seems more scary to me. or the time my grandfather got stuck in the outhouse when the bear decided it needed a rest and leaned against the door. both actually happened. it's the weirdness magnet that runs in my family