Why can’t you be like her?
Why can’t you look at me
Like she looks at him,
Like he’s a god and
Her his most ardent worshiper?
Of all the hurtful things he’s ever said, These words cut the deepest.
"We tell ourselves stories in order to live." - Joan Didion
BLOGGER - MUSICIAN
Mixed Media and Paper CrAftist
Silence and A Life of Decaf. I Used to be "With It"...But, Then They Changed What "It" Was.
Is it destiny, happenstance or stratagem?
Life through the lens of a Baltimorean quaintrelle
Writer | Blogger | Funny Guy
Fine Art Photography
It's a long way to the store
Notes on a napkin
Just another Allberry site and opinions
To travel is to take a journey into yourself...
Enjoying God's green earth. Especially the English bit.
and peculiar ponderings...
Navigating the second half of my life
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
A Dialogue between Poets