If it’s true
We hurt
the ones
we love
the most,Then dear,
you stay. there.
And I’ll stay
here.Because from this distance
We’ll (perchance)
not hurt each other.And I can love you
forever.And we can forever stay.
Somewhere in th depths of time…A smile is hidingA sparkle for eyes need polishedA heart needs mendingA soul need companyA spirit needs freedomSomewhere in the depths of time…There is something to remind meOf who I amOf who I can beOf what I can achieveOf how I can feel happySomewhere in the depths of time…Waiting for you to find like treasure.
I talk to inanimate objects. You?
Life isn’t a support system for art. It’s the other way around.
Steven King (via jayarrarr)

Hi Janean. Hope you are having a lovely Saturday. I have never heard of that song so I had to search and listen to it, I like it and I wish that’s how it happens in real life, hehe wishful thinking. : )
novicepen,
It HAS been a lovely Saturday, thank you! At once point in the afternoon I had four of my dearest friends over and we managed to get a brief conversation in, as we exchanged children and hugged hello and goodbye. So glad you found the Suzy Bogguss song, “Cupid Shot Us Both with One Arrow” on a search. It’ll happen for you. It will. It’ll be when you’re least expecting it, lookin’ the other way when someone you never would have guessed will sweep you off your feet. That’s how cupid works. The sneaky flying half naked archer. 😉 ~ Janean
http://novicepen.tumblr.com/post/13682847648/i-hate-cupid-he-forgot-to-shoot-you-with-his
http://www.cduniverse.com/suzy-bogguss-cupid-shot-us-both-with-one-arrow-lyrics-1092643.htm

The dishes are DONE…just in time for lunch. Let me bask in This Beautiful Moment a bit longer. OK. Time’s up. Laundry awaits. ~ Janean
“I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.”
~ Ernest Hemingway

Me on Fr-eye-day. Photo taken before I knew how to upload and share it as I figure out my new phone. Gettin’ there…
fine lines
sometimes when pushing
you push too hard
often you push a bit too far
i put boundaries that
expecting respect
when overrun
the pushing laments
deep in my heart
so i build stronger walls
to stop the pushing from pushing too far
It hurts when the walls come down too.