To my readers; I enjoyed this article very much. I feel compelled to share it. Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend,. Who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

In the Clouds of Your Memory. I am here sitting in the clouds of your memory. Deeply engraved in the walls of your existence. Imbedded in your very essence. Recorded in the story of your life. Loving you for all eternity. Like a hidden spark of flame. A sudden rush of Love. A moment waiting its birth in a near tomorrow. Like a ray of sun brightening your day. Like the hope of a marvelous dawn to come. Or a promise of what will be.

A World of Their Own. On July 9, 2010 by lorraine24. Image by Yuuza of Deviant Art. L and Raine celebrate Christmas together. A lost chapter to the fanfic A World Of Their Own. On November 27, 2010 by lorraine24. 1- We imagine there is a tomorrow. 2- The eyes of death never close. 3- Innocence will always warm a heart.

I spoke with my other today. Precariously balanced - or unbalanced. The world seems a tasteless farce; is a tasteless farce. Should it be malleable or so very terse.

A traveler am I and a navigator, and every day I discover a new region within my soul. My friends and family know this about me, but to the rest of the world, those I choose not to tell, my illness is invisible. But today, I read a post on the blog of a fellow participant in the month-long haiku-a-day challenge on Haiku Heights.

She opened a sleepy, bleary eye. And peered at the clock so near. And saw the darkened, overcast sky. And a thought became quite clear. She would call in sick and stay in bed. And sleep for the whole day long. Nothing would move her, nothing, she said. In her bed she did belong. She dreamed of a creature with three toes. Upon awakening off she ran.

Musings of a mature idiot. I have loved and lost. I have cried and sobbed. With each step I gained a bruise. A scar maybe even a break. I can let go of old and new hurts. Relish on the good times. Lord cure me of jealousy,. The jealousy I feel when they say they are taking a drive home. Lord cure me of whimsy,. That makes me daydream of seeing my family. Lord give me peace,.

Axe Handle Collective is done. After going on hiatus for awhile we at Axe Handle have realized it is time to move on and focus on new projects. This small experiment has been fun and we will leave the old posts online. Axe Handle head editor; Anthony Alvarado continues to blog here. A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,800.

To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world. Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny.