You offer your hand
Every night I reach for you
But you are a dream
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You offer your hand
Every night I reach for you
But you are a dream
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Liam Sullivan's Ideas and Reflections
Wordpress simulcast of the official A to Z Challenge blog
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
Photos, art, and a little bit of LIT.
A Look on the Brighter Side of Life
A writer with no name 👽
nice work
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Thank you
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no problem
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Beautiful and yet so lonely.
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Thank you
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It might be small, but its still writing. And its beautiful and sad. ❤
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thanks (clearly I am a mess)
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Maybe you are putting too much pressure on yourself.
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Oh it’s not the writing… is everything else
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I’ll be in touch a little later…
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Beautiful. And I get not being able to write much. Same here. Big hugs!
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If only I could get some of the stupid real-life stuff out of my head… then maybe I’d have room to think!
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I know! Damn real life!!
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Sigh
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It’s pretty. Take breaths, it will work out… sending hugs
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Thank you Diane
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xoxo
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Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome, Sandra. I’m also feeling a little stuck in terms of writing these days, so I can relate.
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I wish I could turn on and off different parts of my brain at will. Like the light switches in my home. When I want to write, turn that switch on and all the others off. That would be great. Maybe I wish I was a robot.
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Me too! Being a human-looking android would be nice. Aside from being able to control the brain, you could also replace parts easily when they wear out (your aching back, for instance).
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Yes… and I could do away with any extra padding that someone stuck to my hips for some weird reason…!
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Yep, I don’t need that padding either. 😉
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Happens every single time! Beautifully written!
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Thank you so much
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🙂
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Beautiful melancholy… is this the silver lining on the cloud? ❤
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Do you mean dreaming?
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Creating beauty from sadness is a gift bestowed only on the dreamers x
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That is a lovely sentiment… I think it’s a poem… or it could be… x
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❤
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