An old man sings his sorrows away. Drinking tears from a bitter cup. Left behind lovers sweet touch. Drowning in regrets deep river. No chance for a single breath. Waiting for deaths friendly visit.

I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self. We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

Un-intellectual ramblings of the unrepentant sweet toothed junkie. Originally posted on nostalgic words of future me. Give it up for the madame. I look lovingly at my shiny new blonde wig and smiled softly. It took me six long years to earn the privilege of wearing it. So obviously, I have none.

A blog about photography and writing. The Semper Fidelis Award and The Field of Flowers. On August 4, 2015. Originally posted on Patty van Delft. Afgelopen weekend was het jaarlijkse Castlefest in Lisse, een heerlijk fantasy festival voor jong en oud! Natuurlijk was ik, samen met mijn collega schrijvers van Celtica Publishing, ook weer van de partij. En nog meer signeren! Posted .

fueled by purpose, driven by God! April 16, 2014.

The Story Of A Guy. It Is What It Is. Looking for reasoning to a complicated world. Ray Ferrer - Emotion on Canvas. El Space- The Blog of L. Poetic Depression - Melancholy for those who need it.

Too many dreams, not enough words. I left without saying goodbye, and waited until I was too afraid to return. So, I waited some more. And realised why I never said goodbye. Over the last four months, a lot of life decided to happen to me, and I was caught up between making it happen and unhappen at the same time. After months of asking people to find me, I kind of lost myself. Fear Writes a Letter to Death. The charm of your .