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She draws blood but not her own and not visible to the weak or sad who would cling to every word with a reverence. The silent assassin who plots and without remorse goes through life bursting the bubble of languid minds reaching out for a collusion only to be crushed. Desperate for intimacy, for a chance to be part of a connection instead of the almost self absorbed need for coitus to feel good in the moment and then drown in one’s own criticism of their actions. A loathing and self pity yet such an egotistical need to tell. Each day serves for another elaborate lie, carefully thought out from a mind of confusion where the boundaries of fantasy and reality are rapidly merging into one. An unhealthy crush and almost stalkerlike actions where the lie has replaced reality with a grandiose inventiveness of a liaison that doesn’t exist.

A simple thank you can bring a smile

An act of kindness can change a life

How are you today? Let them know you care

Appreciate life and the friends you hold dear

Live every day as if it were your last

Have fun and laughs, shed a tear and fall

Never give up be weak and strong

Continuously learning as life goes on

Don’t be self-absorbed, inattentive to others

I Love You are 3 powerful words, not used enough, often deferred

Make sure they know before time runs out

Be clear, don’t stutter or leave them in doubt

I guess what I’m trying to say is always be thoughtful

A relationship or friendship is not made up of one

So don’t just think of yourself

You will end up alone

I love taking photo’s and will be posting some of my favourites.