But i'm Still broken inside...Hope always returns >.< Go figure?

Can too many tears dehydrate you?

Welcome to the "Bermuda Triangle" of Elftown. >.>

Is it one of 'Murphy's laws', that when everything is turning to shit...there
will not be a friend in sight?
Hmm...I'm sure it's not Karma, cause i'm cool with my karma...i'm almost sure of that.
Well, it is mysterious...that is for sure >.>

Ah life...So glorious and gory...

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Alex :)

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John de Wit
Molengraaf 80
4133 CP Vianen
The Netherlands

Suffer well

Where were you when I fell from grace
A frozen heart an empty space
  
 Something's changed and it's in your eyes
Please don't speak you'll only lie
  
 I found treasure not where I thought
Peace of mind can't be bought
Still I believe
  
 Just hang on
Suffer well
Sometimes it's hard
It's hard to tell
  
 An angel led me when I was blind
I said take me back I've changed my mind
Now I believe
  
 From the blackest room I was torn
You called my name my love was born
So I believe
  
 Just hang on
Suffer well
Sometimes it's hard
 It's hard to tell

~ depeche mode

Home from the Hospital...with pneumonia. But i feel a bit better, just resting at home. I missed you all :)

http://www.starfiction.com/hcvalentines.html

WARNING: Some of them are Really Awful (',)

I really think i can do it...maybe...
I just can't lose this house....
going back to renting a little apartment...I just can't do it
I need my Garden...tomatoes, cosmos....my cardinals and nuthatches..
and all my pets
so you see, I have to win....have to
so i will

Thank you. [CrowDancer] and I hope all goes well with your explorations of finding the best expression of yourself.
spirits bless,
Marion

 I don't know if i can hold on

My dad's voice

I will listen next time , I remember last time
After all, through us all, it was only yesterday
Your whistling found me ,clear and clean, i know it well
Edlewiess it was most always,especially Saturdays


I'd go following that sound,in the days of yesterday
Is he in the garden, no I hear the workman's drill
it's coming from his workshop,what's he making there today
I try peeking trough the windowpane, he's there bathed in the light

and so i enter quietly, his smile it draws me in
looking about i find the things
I'm needing to begin
watching me, he's happy, it's when the magic starts


My dad and I together
far from the other noise
Nice working there together
we can hear each other's voice

In the morning it is Sunday
we walk to church alone
with my hand in his we find our place
and we join our friends in song

which is where this story started
but it's not where it will end
because tonight when i'm sleeping
I'll hear your voice again

Janet Rae

My Pets!