Nobody Knows How to Say Goodbye_I Forgot to Live._My Mother and God_Angel Blood
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Nobody Knows How to Say Goodbye
Nobody Knows How to Say Goodbye These walls have seen it all, from the beginning to the final call.I was there when you had nothing. Barren and waiting to hold everything in my bosom, ready to feed your dreams, support your ambition, and sustain your ego. Day after day, I stood solid, never failing, steady in temperament, cooling you when you boiled over, giving you respite with my silence when the war became too much—patiently listening while you planned your attack—giving you space to breathe and work when you had nowhere else to go. I was there for you. Steady, strong, and unfailing. But yo...
I Forgot to Live.
I Forgot to Live. The refreshing euphoric feeling washed in and out of my mind with calm tidal waves consisting of the beautiful blue and white highlights in a distinctive alignment. I took in the view of the rolling hills enhancing the distances and lush green manicured grasses aligning with the ponds. The birds flew together in perfect harmony, their black and fading gray colored wings blanketing the bright blue sky. Multi-color winged butterflies danced like fairies decorating the tall oaks with their beauty and grace. This paradise was all at the other side. Just me and a lit candle in...
My Mother and God
Of course, I love my mother. I have to admit that she’s always tried to be there for me, in spite of our less-than-perfect family. Mom supported me through all my ups and downs. She got me through braces, gymnastics, broken friendships, an absent father, going away to camps or college, career struggles, and my many moves. She was even surprisingly empathetic over bad boyfriends (if I told her about them). But my mother is so annoying when it comes to her religious stuff. She has her views, and never misses a chance to share. It makes me feel like I am 15 again, arguing with her over why I rea...
Angel Blood
“There’s angel blood in that one.”The men whisper as I pass, my bucket of water icing over as I make my way home. Everyone else unlucky enough to be out in the cold trudges through knee-deep snow. I skim lightly across its glittering surface, leaving no trace of my passage. Angel blood. Da says that was what she was, but for a long time www.onedoor.ccI’d simply thought it the ravings of a hopeless romantic. Down in the Southern kingdoms there had been no snow to reveal my true nature. We had lived peaceful, simple lives. There the whispers had all been pitying. ‘Poor girl, no mother to look after her’. ‘Poo...