Tag Archives: writing

selfish.

I want to be selfish. I want to feel my feelings on the outside not hide them inside. I want to cry in front of the world instead of hiding in my room with my tears. I want to make … Continue reading

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outside.

I did not inherit Mom’s gardening expertise. It’s rather unfortunate. If I had any clue what the hell I was doing, I might actually enjoy it. And not hate dirt and bugs quite as much. Okay, let’s not get ridiculous. … Continue reading

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the storm.

When I feel the storm coming I take a breath and imagine I am in your arms When I hear the thunder crack I block my ears and imagine I hear only your voice When I see the lightning flash … Continue reading

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break.

Your tears break my heart. Don’t you know my only dream is to see you smile? ©2017 what sandra thinks

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song of the day. #27

It’s a song about wild nights out in the city. But… also about having someone still standing next to you when the craziness is over… number one… someone who’s your ‘home’. (Hmm… that plays nicely into this. And I didn’t … Continue reading

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door to door.

Don’t come to my door.  I was making dinner tonight with a little fresh air wafting in through the screen door. It wasn’t particularly warm, but the light breeze was refreshing. The ringing doorbell was not. Especially since it was … Continue reading

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fiction fri… tuesday 59: back to you. part 5.

Well… I did it. I moved ‘fiction friday’. And I reserve the right to move it again… if I decide Wednesday is better. As you can see, I didn’t really think of a new name. I guess, for now anyway, … Continue reading

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it hurts.

Sunday morning, I woke up in pain. I don’t know the cause but I spent yesterday with horrible back pain second only to labor. I could barely move. It hurt to breathe. And it hurt to cry but it the … Continue reading

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