One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
- Helen Keller
Blushing wings unfurling
Perfume wafting flies
Beauty for a moment
Sweetest just before it dies
Good Afternoon everyone! While I have you here, if you want somewhat of a laugh, why not go check out my previous letter about belly button uses? Haha.
Once I had a dragonfly come into my room. I decided to name him Ted. Ted liked to check himself out in the mirror. "You look fine Ted, chill."
A little witch seeking love,
Found her love one day,
Added the magic ingredient
Her sorrows went away!
Can you see this Bird ?
How calm she is sitting.
She is just like us, human beings.
Full of emotions and feelings.
Buried inside her.
She is quiet.
Or might be singing.
She might be the happy bird waiting for her love to arrive soon.
All ready with her makeup and her hair combed perfectly.
Ready with the food too.
Ready with whatever she has to say to him.
Ready to hug him.
Ready for him to arrive soon.
Craving for that one glimpse of him.
Love, love all around.
Afterall, she has emotions too.
Or might be waiting for her children to come back from their blissful rides.
To ask them how was their day and what all they did.
Their sweet and naughty stories.
She might be wor...
It has been so much
haze in your city,
Our well wishers
Who's have well
They are not
Is my essence.
When it misses a beat.
Absence embraces me.
Drives me to a lonely path.
Locks me up in the dark.
It is gloomy out there.
No air to breath.
No love to care.
My search is incessant.
My heart pounds for you.
A small spark from you.
Lits my Life.
Ignorance pains less than being forgotten
Because, When someone forgets you it's over.. You are forgotten forever
When you are ignored,
You know they still remember you at least to ignore you.
P. S touch the doodle
CHRISTMAS IS CANCELED...
Santa died laughing when you told him you have been GOOD this year.
I'm starting a doodling sketch book
Or whatever you want to call it
I'm doing a page a day
On each day, I draw something about how I feel
It's diary in a sense that I let out feelings
Only without the words of a diary
Today a doodled an umbrella
With rain coming down
Today is not a good day
Maybe tomorrow will be...
`.. ............... ..´E
Mr Sleepy loved his cat, Bertie; but he loved his bed more.
Everyday, he worked with the thought of returning to his beautiful, soft divan.
His aim in life was to buy a bigger bed, with a softer mattress and a more cuddly duvet. So he worked hard.
His ability to sleep had earned him the position of the Chief Bed Tester at the factory - something he was quite proud of. He even got to wear a name badge that said it!
Bertie was good at sleeping too, so they got on very well together - most of the time.
The only problem was that because Bertie slept a lot during the daytime, he liked to start the day early. Much earlier than his human, Mr Sleepy.
Bertie like a...