Every word charts our thoughts,. And every thought leads right to you. Every touch times our heart beats,. Every kiss crashes through me. A journey ahead, twists, turns, who can see? I shyly look, there you are. Looking back, Shining so awkwardly. C G Luty, 2016. Verdant pools encircled in hazel, glistening, cool;. Words dance between, I hear them, I feel them,. C G Luty, 2016.

Thoughts on resilience, relationship, and hope. Conversation may be the beginning of connection. Continuing the conversation is a way to deepen connection. I suppose not every conversation needs to be continued. Maybe some are pretty complete in and of themselves. But those that bring understanding and growth? I think we are in desperate need of continuing those. More times than any other. I reread the words looking for clues to.

A head is an awful place to live. This seems to be the time of year when exhaustion, apathy and wtf all collide in a perfect storm inside my head. It happens every so often. Nothing for me to do but ride the wave and find my moments where I can. On the bright side, it finally feels like spring here.

A grey-eyed Yanqui loving life in the southern hemisphere. While sipping Argentine cabernet,. Raindrops pounding a tin roof,. Legs on a felt chair,. Linden blossoms on the walk. Not only did I not read.

September 24, 2012 15 Comments. I often wonder what my life be like. I do deserve this sad, pointless state. Now I bare the sins I made. So distant my selfish dreams at stake. Finding luck is too far away. June 28, 2012 5 Comments. Ruin, I evade to seek. Cannot bare my sores excrete. I labor this goal of mine. My dreams so far behind.

Musings on the human experiment. The non-human outward is truly magnificent.

I DO NOT own The Oatmeal, I DO NOT write The Oatmeal. I am just a fan and I thought it would be challenging to write a story about cage-fighting nuns in tanks. So please enjoy, and also please check out The Oatmeal because it is HILARIOUS. Behind the curtains all was darkness, the tiny red lights that.

039;A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages. My mind is just messing with me these days. a bestest best friend from school days. We are on the verge of being labeled graduates now. I took it for grante.

You run and run trying to escape from this sobbing heart. You just wish you had two hearts so that when one is in a horrible condition, you still have a spare one. Posted in Thoughts and Feelings.