I like the smell of rain and toddlers; sitting on a bus alone; and my squaddies. I like people who keep the conversation going, and subtle anything. As writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. Saturday, February 21, 2009 Kitkats are not infinite. Those smooth curved veined greens,. Did they sit by you? Because they left me.

Monday, November 23, 2009. I opened my eyes to see the most beautiful brown eyes staring back at me. Bella blushed and buried her face into my chest. I relished the feel of her in my arms. 8220;Did you sleep at all? I know how much she loves you.

Monday, November 29, 2010. She opens with descriptions of the canyon with blackberry, wheat, toffee, and more. You can feel the emptiness of the area. It is a memoir of her experiences interwoven with historical accounts. Monday, November 1, 2010.

Do you want more, or do you want less? I want less but for longer. There is a nice community of VEDA-ers at We Blog, We Vlog. I started six days late, but one of my Twitter buds basically said who cares if you join in late! And that is a big difference! Also, I am an amateur, have not learned how to edit yet, and am a perfectionist who wants to come out of the gates running.

A spoken word piece by Jhpoetry aka Lipsofmind. Tho, we will never be like fireflies dancing by. The moonlight- proudly, glowing together. Those stars that twinkle me a wink, not to seem shy but,. A boast in their fanatical duty, cloaking the universe- above,. And the crickets chirp in harmony as if night will be eternal. There is a calm, cool mist outdoors.