Seek and find me
amongst the noise, the chaos of my mind
Pathways of neurons,
littered with broken promises
Synapses firing,
on cruel words and fear of the unknown
Bring me your solitude,
overflowing the rim of a silver chalice,
to hold to my lips,
chapped by too many apologies,
uttered for being me
Lay your hand,
of kindness on my forehead,
feverish with desire of acceptance
and whisper,
a mantra of devotion in my ear
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
Where Sarcasm Gets Drunk and Lets Its Hair Down
Shining the light of truth on delusion
Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.
You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
"Eye Fly High"
A weekly series edited by Jena Schwartz
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
🍃 Fully Living The Unfinished Things Of Life Through Writings. 🍃
A baking and dessert blog.
Writer, Tarot Reader, Designer
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
Seeking Beauty Beyond the Scars
The home of Emma O'Brien
The musings of a scorpion who would have been an eagle
I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.
Paul Johnson's comedy blog: I didn't get into comedy to be rich or famous. All I've ever wanted was to be loved...by somebody rich and famous.
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Finding the treasure
I wish I felt like a treasure.
Dear, I have no doubt that all the beauty in your words is evident in your soul, and your smile as well. Anyone would be blessed to call you friend.
Thank you
You’re welcome. Thank you for sharing yourself here. You are indeed a treasure.