where do the days go the slippery slidey days trickling away into a river of time lost forever and here I am standing balanced on a rock mid-stream watching as all my tomorrows become yesterdays and I become old

birthday thoughts

unspecial the day arrives and I feel numb it’s just a day no fanfare no miraculous changes no nothing and I don’t feel special at all selfish wishes on my birthday I’m like a child wanting this to be my day wanting to be the centre of attention wanting others to make me feel special…… Continue reading birthday thoughts


one more day until I change miraculously emerge from the chrysalis of my thirties and bloom with butterfly wings with maturity and wisdom as my watchwords flapping my wings flying into that new life as life begins or is it the other way one more day until I change miraculously crawl wearily out of bed…… Continue reading one