Dear Stu So, here we are, home from the hills and back at the caravan frontage, with this spectacular view. I’ve had fun plumbing the recesses of my brain’s wit chambers coming up with entertaining comments to accompany these photos. This is the last photo-email for today, keep well Sunshine!!!!! We love you, mom and dad.
I’ve decided not to forget some things-here is where i record these things
sometimes I realize how efficent we are to make our own mind up – but using the patience and knowledge of those we have known and learnt from. We can determine what is the best for ourselves – everything we tend to do, is most cases right, if only to ourselves – something that I …
I’m paranoid of losing the things that Iove – I’m worn out. I’m tired of the potential, of loss, of love of everything. I have nothing, so that I may loose nothing. Something though, comes out from nothing it seems and I’m paranoid, not only of this void. Today like my life, I’m losing myself, …
sometimes i forget how good life is to me. sometimes i can’t see the magic in each breath i take. i forget how wonderful it is to move, to see, to hear and mostly i forget how wonderful it is to feel. sometimes i forget to remember. I forget my past, this i know – …
is life of love? as elusive as light it to night? Is life – life because we love? Is life everything? Is life living? is living to love – truly life? what makes this life so special? Is it the opertunities we have, to do whatever we will, when will is inspired. inspired by emotions? …
There are many things out there to believe in. to make us belive – make believe. we can define the unknown and belive in what we have created. anything is everything – anything is everything, only it seems some have forgot that we are the wielders of our own destiny… we create and destroy what …
everyone has a point to make, perhaps thats not the only reason. everyone want to point out my mistakes and no one gives me any lee way, no grace period. people are shallow here. London is full of everything and to find that little piece of something that you’re looking for is very difficult – …
so really does it matter that nothing does? if only i knew. if only
I’m so associated to the people thay I knew. Its terrible. If I could just forget everything, and just start again. I would. My associations remind me of how diffirent I am.