Life's too short to be sad, wear a smile and brighten your day.
I don't know if anyone is even interested in what I write. Each time something a little different. But now I thought I'd tell you a little bit about me.
It's dark, not pitch but dark enough to know its night. I lay still feeling the rhythmic beating of my heart, my breathing seeming somewhat laboured.
I've not written anything for days, somehow feeling empty of words for the page. It's late, again, somehow this seems to be the only time I can think.
I need to venture out today, well I say need to I could put it off til another but I enjoy my routine trip to town. Always going in the same few shops, safe, familiar.
I need to venture out today, well I say need to I could put it off til another but I enjoy my routine trip to town. Always going in the same few shops, safe, familiar.
The alarm screams out her waking tones, "get out of bed you sleepy head" and then I rise my resting slumber. All bright eyed and bushy tailed, I smile as I write that.
You are my here and now You're my always and forever.....
I'm having my hair done, and fortunately for me my son is a hairdresser so I'm able to have it done in the comfort of my home. A root touch up and an injection of colour too, Red.
I'm having my hair done, and fortunately for me my son is a hairdresser so I'm able to have it done in the comfort of my home. A root touch up and an injection of colour too, Red.
I should be sleeping, I say to myself yet again. Yet my mind is racing round and round on pointless unimportant things.
It seemed like another bright day this morning, but as the hours pass the sky becomes over run with dark clouds,pushing and shoving their way along the horizon.
It starts with a coffee, the first hardly touches the sides, it's the second that gives you that much needed caffeine hit. Then I'm ready to go.
I watched a film this evening from which my title came. I wasn't sure if I'd even get past the first half hour, as my thoughts about it didn't rate it at all.
It's the same routine every weekend though it never gets tedious. Sat making pretend cakes out of play dough with my three year old grandson. He never fails to make me smile.
Time to sleep I think, sweet dreams wherever you are.....
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