Oh, the fluidityOf childhood days Splashing and skipping alongThe path meandering, directionless When does life acquire edgesDoors and hallways hindering? Led by asphalt and time clocksObligations too numerous to count. My own body has become a cellMovement stiffened, mind rigid It’s those childhood memoriesSoul ingrained, keep me fluid. (Image my own)
Growing up, I thrived on being the responsible one. Need something done, someone to bail you out, an issue to be confronted – I was your girl. Until I wasn’t anymore. One day something snapped in me and that house of cards came tumbling down. Sometimes it’s hard to see the ugly truth and yet, […]
I love orange, for me it is a colour of vitality
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Yes!
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And nothing would rhyme with you, either lol. Beautiful color. It’s all just brown here.
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Lol…pretty sure nothing rhymes with me anyway. Stay warm
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P.J. rhymes with V.J. lol That would make you the perfect person to cuddle with!!
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Yes! Yes! Perfect.
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I thought so, too 😉
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Very nice. Orange brightens everything!
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Thanks. I think so.
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You write it so lovely, VJ–I’m not so found of orange, find it glaring…but you’ve shown me a far different view!
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You are very sweet.
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Wow, this is incredibly beautiful, the words and the imagery you created in these three lines.
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Thanks Hélène – my favourite colour, lol.
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