giggling

I smell of IcyHot today
the detriment of a very sore back
I happen to like the smell

the real me

I am such a contradiction that I am often left wondering,
 "Who is the real me?!"

three words

... nothing feels right

just three words on the screen
they said everything
and in an instant tears poured down
someone ... somewhere
understands

november prompt-a-day

from write alm

november 15

in my cup ...

november prompt-a-day

from write alm

november 14

life is fragile ...

my heart knows this.
yet, my mind, it keeps trying to pretend otherwise.
pretending i am instead invincible.
what life has thrown at me is not in fact what it is.
i need to admit the truth in that mind of mine.
before it is too late.

november prompt-a-day

from write alm

11/13/13

on my table ...

a wooden table which sits in my dining room ~

with a blue-checkered table runner that flows the length of the wooden table
with a fall arrangement in the middle
            a vase of pussy willows given to me by my bestest friend a few years ago
           2 dried ears of corn full of browns and reds and yellows
           some fall potpourri scattered
           a clear candlestick holder with the stub of a white candle melted in it
with a box of dryer sheets waiting to be taken down to the laundry room in the basement
with a mail flyer of advertisment for jc penny

~ surprisingly clear of the usual detris on this day

our first snow fall