Archive for November 2015

     Does anybody else realize how many movies are really a secret cry to GET ME OUT OF HERE? Fantasy movies/books follow this thought especially. Narnia, they go to a fantastical land. Bridge to Taribithia, oh look this is very magical.  Harry Potter: check out magical wizard land versus muggle world. Lord of the…

   Tuesday, I am enchanted to make your acquaintance. No, truly, I thought you looked like Wednesday from afar. Yet now I realize how unfair that comparison is. You are very distinct, Tuesday. You are noticeable in a crowd. Not as noticeable as Friday, of course, but Friday is always wearing those bawdy outfits. You…

   If something begins so beautifully, the day in and of itself has had a beautiful beginning. What renders this day either bad or good? Is it our perception of the events that follow? Is it our thoughts that something could have gone better but didn’t? Can we make the day more beautiful or do…

We stand for peace And all other things  Which from life begets life too.  Form ideas from freedom For justice and love Till life begins anew.   -For peace. 🌏🌍🌎  

“What is thirteen but just another number?” She looked to him even though he didn’t look back. “Has the whole world gone crazy?” He nodded the affirmative. She sighed at him.  “You’re proving my point.” He raised an eyebrow at that one. “I’m not crazy.” “No,” she smiled that curious two-faced grin that he knew…

Has the whole world gone mad or is it just me? A man nearly hit a kid today and he called the child’s concerned father foul names when the father expressed his concern. Quite foolishly, I remembered a line from a movie Paul Bettany was in where his character of Chaucer stated that he would…

   “Are you going to finish that?” He smiled at me with eyes that glinted for a second, but never truly smiled back.  I looked to the glass and then back at him, trying to ignore the wobbly feeling in my stomach. I was an adult now. I had to be rational, not impulsive. “It’s…

Tell me that I’m not insane.  Tell me that the little man on the giant cliff doesn’t exist. Dare to tell me that dragons don’t cut the skies, the oceans aren’t filled with monsters, and the forests hide no spirits to speak of. Tell me that the wind rustles through the trees and that the…

She feasted on starlight like a goddess of legend. And she felt her memory fading even as her knowledge was limitless. Her reign, too soon, was at its end. Her own kingdom had no place for her. Why had her own gods abandoned her? Where had infinity gone so wrong?