Drift
Through my daydreams
Like ribbon
Winding through the empty spaces
In my thoughts.
In and out
The dancing red ribbon
Cinches tight
Keeping me in bondage.
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- Concetta
- Inland Empire, Washington, United States
- "If writers stopped writing about what happened to them, then there would be a lot of empty pages." (“We Got Naked, Now What” by Elaine Liner) ----------------------------------------- ©2006 My Small House. This site is the personal property of My Small House. All rights reserved. Content of this site may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission.
2 comments:
You're a true philosopher with a great sense of humor.
Have a good one, luv.
And thank you, Concetta.
It's great to hear from you.
I don't know if I'm a survivior as of yet.
LOL.
Still dealing with wackos in this family (just read my confessions)...but I know I'm a wacko as well. :)
Stick around. You'll find out.
I'll continue to view your blog as well, luv. And I'll link you.
Have a great one.
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