The House Of Love

A smile put on a face by someone who resides in your heart is a wonderful gift and blessing. 

Common Goals & Affection prepare the ground to build a concrete base for the relationship. 

Mutual acceptance & respect build a strong foundation.

Love & Friendship crafts intricate walls of the union of two people.

Care & Interests make a leakage proof roof.

Understanding & Tolerance install insulation.

All of the above build a steel door of the union, love & relationship of two people who have equally been working hard on their beautiful  creation.

I love you  xxx 

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Attention !!!

Fellow Souls and Lost Friends from the past beware of the fallen trees resembling forbidden freedom. Do not try to salvage them, leave them behind, and move forward heaving bags of experience and newly learnt lessons onto your shoulders. Take  quick but steady steps while leaping over rotten logs towards the exit. Light candles of bravery, courage , and self- appreciation cherishing happy moments with good people present in your lives.

A Crimson Razor Blade

In my dream, I was attached to a crimson razor blade, I had used it to commit suicide in order to get into purgatory to hang out with my relatives and friends. Each time,  I had miraculously resurrected  my remains from the dead by running away from the light in the tunnel. I had  also worked with my dear sharp friend to relieve the anger and fear. I must admit, it was very easy to use, a little malicious bastard knew how to kill the pain instantly through breaking the surface of skin tissue, going straight to the core of a problem.

What happened to the blood, it must have spurted all over the place?  ‘No’, the manipulative moron replied- ‘Your blood was drained off to avoid any unnecessary mess in my decaying shed. You have become an obedient creature who is going to live under my conditions….’

I don’t know, I start to panic,

What to do?

What to do? Mum, help me?

I wake up drenched in sweat. Am I afraid of mental pain which never goes away, solitude, or eternal unhappiness?

I pledge to flout convention, reject tradition, and dwell in my own world.

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Just a quote and a thought

‘If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.’

Charles Bukowski

Through my life I’ve  had so many ‘lovely friends’ who would ‘verbally’ give and physically take. They would expect me to be there for them 24/7 to help and support them. Needless to say, when I needed a little favour they would suddenly become very absorbed in their pitiful lives. How do I deal with so called parasites? When I spot a potential parasite, I observe them and when my suspicions are confirmed I subtly distance myself from them living happily ever after in peace.

Cheers!!!