Broken Beautiful
My heart races like a running horse for the pass weeks. This is not normal. No, I know it’s not. If my artery was blocked that would be a stroke. It seem I am still ever to survive that’s mean I am still perfectly alright to withstand.
You notice that I said “alright” that’s because as the case of accident happen without warning our health power deteriorate as we aged as we speak as we keep living.
To be alive is miracle! Beautiful peoples beautiful places beautiful rituals beautiful religions beautiful world. Beautiful lips beautiful skins, beautiful heart.
Words are not words. Words can’t describe the meaning of life. Words don’t understand the meaning of life.
There are so many people here today… some of them are really beautiful.
“Beautiful lips beautiful skins, beautiful heart…” Who are you referring to? Someone you admire? Hehe, I love this line
“Words are not words. Words can’t describe the meaning of life. Words don’t understand the meaning of life.”
Hey, just thought I’d drop in and say hi Nester. Well..seems like we still try to convey something with these words? That’s what I’m musing on. I just read your response about you loosing your dad (8yrs ago now)..dreams are strange like that.
I read over and realized you are really having trouble with your heart..wow. Is that the recent thing you were writing about thats changed (the dark stars)? Anyway, hope it isn’t too serious..and everything brightens up for you-
Hello Christina {{hugz}}
Hello Regina!
Thank you for your kind words. I really hope it not serious. I hope I have the strength.
Hi Netster! Hope you are doing OK. Sounds like you maybe are a little too stressed–maybe you are working too hard? Just a thought.
To be alive is definitely a miracle–a wonderful thing. And there are many, many beautiful people in our world too. Beautiful both inside and out. Hugs to you from Daisy.