The files of agent green glass. Monday, June 13, 2011. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not a particularly pretty sketch. Just a small charcoal squiggly thing which I think one of his grandkids did at school and he signed for a lark. I should have broken the bank and bought it. But as usual, my middle class desire to watch my Post Office account grow at the speed of a snail shitting, dashed all my dreams.

Monday, July 21, 2014. My own glistening eyes I see. Of my favorite glass vase. May be, the cracks. Were always a part of it. Inherent , incomprehensibly subtle or invisible. From my rose tinted fools paradise. Blood flows through my cracked fingers. As I try to pick up the fragments. One by one , each hurting me anew. Leaving yet another scar . With a broad sweep ,. I want to shove them away. The many scattered glass daggers.

Thursday, March 14, 2013. Sometimes we get soo bussy in life. , with our everyday obligations and duties and work. , that we never get time to do those things that we really like doing best. So there has to be changes made. What we all need is a CHILL PILL once in a while. I wonder if they really make something like that. Friday, October 26, 2012. 8211; I thought I could just.

Saturday, December 13, 2014. Christmas Prayer - Soft as a Whisper. This post is one from the past that touched you as well as me - I hope it is meaningful again. This past week has been full of pressures and it has been hard to feel you at all. So here I sit this morning. The lights of the Christmas tree shining bright speaking of holiday, rejoicing and happiness; but I am weary. Is this how it has always been? Did you come in this m.

Saturday, September 7, 2013. He is all over twitter and social media now, for the wrong reasons.

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Tuesday, June 3, 2014. In the mundane routines of daily life. In the cobweb of everlasting formalities. In the aftermath of a decision gone wrong. In the spiral of limited knowledge about ourselves. In the middle of an arena to search your real talent within. In prioritizing and rating relationships. In Everything and anything that saddens us. With generalizations existing around the world. He is the guy sittin.

Sunday, May 31, 2015. In death, her face looked disgusting. Indira looked at the still body without breathing, as if she may wake Daya Ma up if she inhaled loudly. Was she afraid she may wake up again? Oh, so was she happy she was dead at last? She picked up the receiver and dialed a number.