Dearsim

"If you want to be my friend, and you want us to get along - please do not expect me to wrap it up and keep it there. The observation I am doing could easily be understood as cynical demeanour, but one of us misread - what do you know, it happened again. A friend is not a means you utilize to get somewhere, somehow didn't notice, friendship is an end - what do you know, it happened again. How come no one told me, all throughout history, the loneliest people were the ones who always spoke their truth? The ones who made a difference withstanding indifference. I guess it's up to me now - should I take that risk, or just smile? - what do you know, it happened again."

<HUGS>

Memoirs

I remember being in mum's tummy, it was warm and dark. I remembered being born then, but not anymore.

I remember sitting in the backyard of the old house. Mama was cutting scratch-ly blackberries with red clippers.

I remember being in my aunt's RV in florida. There was a big bed in the back, a cheap formica counter with red barstools. Lauren fed us soda, and mum got really angry.

I remember walking next to a lake, and Anna was screaming to ride on the swan peddleboats. The sun was glaring bright . . My grandparents were horrified.