Musings, Meeting and The Music Store. Poetry Contest - Call For Entries. A psalm composed from Nehemiah 7 and Psalm 33. The joy of the Lord is my strength. I celebrate with great joy because. You alone are the Lord. You are always true to your word. I was stubborn and proud,. But you are a God of forgiveness,. Slow to become angry,. You did not abandon me,.

The morning was pretty boring though. Why? Because the first person I texted, replied after a gazillion years. in the afternoon, I caught two kids playing catch catch with my favorite Versace perfume and boy was I scared! The purpose of this post is; We all whine sometimes and complain no one cares. But the truth is;.

There comes a time in life, where you feel so exhausted and are craving for somebody to inspire and motivate you. Worst Part of Being Strong. The worst part of being strong is that no one ever asks if you are okay.

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An assortment of daydreams, forgotten memories, untold stories and fictional tragedies. The movie did have that Bin Roye effect on me. On one occasion my eyes welled up. The cinematography, choreography, soundtrack, dialogues, wardrobe, location .

She hastily entered the room and found the papers. So many of them spread across the floor beneath a thin film of water. Such small amount of water and so much damage. Water is a very strange element of nature capable of so much destruction. Similarly a thin film of water barely covering all the papers had stopped her heart in that moment. Watching those damp pages that were now blan.

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So what happens when someone part-nomad and part-static in nature is forced into a situation where the only option for them to go on living is to obliterate either of the two parts? I can affirm it is not an easy task. Erasing a part of your being from memory, as if it never really existed, seldom is. A little upset can go a long way. And fences are conjured up.