Mey's Mind

How I'd love to hear you voice, once again finding maybe that mine matches yours now  the same timbre, the same words   I've grown older than you have in your lifetime and I'm not old, yet  Sometimes I seek some sense of belonging knowing that I am yours but finding only photographs, fading in time  I know I have some of your habits reading and loving the little things in life those will never change   I miss you I'll always miss you even when I am old

  Title: Almost Just Friends Author: Jill Shalvis ISBN: 9781472269584 © 2020 Jill Shalvis Piper Manning’s about as tough as they come, she’s had to be. She raised her siblings and they’ve thankfully flown the coop. All she has to do is finish fixing up the lake house her grandparents left her, sell it, and then she’s free. When a huge storm hits, she runs into a tall, dark and brooding stranger, Camden Reid. There’s a spark there, one that shocks her. Surprising her further, her sister and brother return, each of them holding their own secrets. The smart move would be for Piper to ignore them all but Cam unleashes emotions deep inside of her that she can’t deny, making her yearn for something she doesn’t understand. And her siblings…well, they need each other. Only when the secrets come out, it changes everything Piper thinks she knows about her family, herself…and Cam. With the chance of a new life she craves within her grasp, can she find a way to let go and embrace it? ~~~~~~~~~...

I fear the closeness The scorn, the judgement, the indifference I mourn the mornings, the days I've counted them, many times I've built my own world, made by my own designs Filled with my dreams and my nightmares But never my hopes Never my hopes I've had no need for them, they weren't mine I've watched the outside from within But never waited for someone to come in I hated the loneliness, loved the solitude But now I'm lost For you have found me   

  Title: Born In Fire Author: Nora Roberts ISBN: 9780749928896 © 1994 Nora Roberts ‘I’ll never marry.’   Maggie Concannon is a passionate young woman, with a temper as bold as her art. She is determined not to end up like her mother, whose bitterness is a mystery to both Maggie and her sister Brie. And so, on the night her beloved father dies, Maggie makes her solemn vow not to marry.   But when international gallery owner Rogan Sweeney arrives on her doorstep in County Clare, Maggie soon has a battle on her hands. Roagn’s interest in her work is purely professional, but there’s no denying the desire rising between them. And with an old family secret coming to light, nothing will be the same again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finished reading on 15-1-2025   The book starts with an event that sets the tone for the rest of the story. The main character, Maggie, loves her father to bits and at the end of the first chapter, h...

  Title: Wildefire Author: Karsten Knight ISBN: 9781442421189 © 2011 Karsten Knight Every flame begins with a spark. Blackwood Academy was supposed to be a fresh start for Ashline Wilde. A secluded boarding school deep in the heart of California's redwood forests, three thousand miles from her old life—it sounded like the new beginning she needed after an act of unspeakable violence left a girl in her hometown dead. But Blackwood is far from the peaceful haven Ashline was searching for. Because terrifying, supernatural beasts roam the forests around campus. Because the murderer from Ashline's hometown - —her own sister - has followed her across the country. Because a group of reincarnated gods and goddesses has been mysteriously summoned to Blackwood...and Ashline’’s one of them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I found this book in a little free library and took it home with me. I didn’t know that this was the first book of a trilogy until ...

  gazing up to the stars in the infinite sky the world suddenly seems so small my thoughts irrelevant my body frail as I watch the constellations slowly move above me I know that I am less than I was before I've aged each second that passes, I wither away and die a little death each day my time on earth is not given there is no such thing as fate, just eventual fatality it is why I lie here, gazing up to the stars knowing even those stars will die in time maybe it doesn't matter maybe there is no before nor an after only a now each second presents us with a choice and I choose to die

  Title: Immortal Beloved (Book One of the Immortal Beloved Trilogy)  Author: Cate Tiernan ISBN: 9781444707069 © 2010 Gabrielle Charbonet 'After some of the events I've witnessed I felt like I was a shell with nothing alive left in me. I hadn 't been going around killing people, but people were hurt - the memories just kept trickling in like rivulets of fresh acid dripping into my brain until I wanted to scream. It was in my blood, I knew. A darkness. The darkness. I had inherited it, along with my immortality and my black eyes.' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finished reading on 11 - 11 - 2024. I had this pocketbook on my bookshelf for quite a while. I am a fan of fantasy books and the title, cover and back-flap seemed promising; romance and darkness in a fantasy setting. At the time I didn’t know it was the first book of a trilogy. Now I know. And I ordered the two remaining books. They have not been published as e-books, so I wi...

  changes slow, like melting snow creeping up to you unnoticed until suddenly an avalanche of feelings frightening like lightning while you're stuck outside in a thunderstorm   breathe in and out in and out

Image by alanajordan       En in de stilte blijft ze zwijgen Verweeft haar woorden tot beelden in pastel  Geëtst in mijn herinnering Nooit waren haar zinnen zo helder als nu Ze heeft zoveel te vertellen  In nog maar zo weinig tijd Ik luister niet langer Ik kijk

Missing so much... Little paw prints, lost whiskers, a lot of hair, everywhere. Cuddles, mews, and lots of love.  A wet nose, a sneeze, a snore. And so much more, so so much more. My little, hairy friend for over twenty years. The house is quiet and empty without you here. I'll love you always.

Look up. Above the clouds, a million stars. Lights from the past. A vast space upon which we can gaze. Look up and see the possibility of life beyond what we know, beyond the here and now. Maybe there is a heaven, somewhere. Behind those stars are stars upon stars we cannot see. So why not believe in something in something more. Maybe heaven is like hope and love. Not a place in space or time, but a feeling, a wish, a dream.

  night covers the earth above - a silvery moon somewhere an owl hoots

These dreams, dark and dangerous...   We walked through the marshes, following lights, beckoning us.  Sweet sounds surrounded us, like soft singing.  You smiled at me. I know you. I thought. Yes, you said, answering my thoughts, you know me. Your voice was warm, melodious. Beautiful.  Unearthly. I reached out to touch you, only to touch nothing.   I wake, longing for you. Every night. I watch the little lights, dancing outside my window, beckoning me. They are not you, but they are here for me.

Stenenkring Lopend door het landschap van vroeger - over uitgesleten paden - vergeet ik heel even wat nu is, wat mogelijk komt of nooit zal komen. De wachters, ze wachten. Zwijgend aanschouwen ze de jaren, de eeuwen die voorbij gaan. Ze staan, getekend door de tijd. Nietig, in de wetenschap dat ik verdwijn en geen spoor zal achterlaten van mijn zijn, betast ik hen en verwonder me. Wij tellen, maar vertellen niet meer. Berekeningen gemaakt door machines, nauwkeurig vastgelegd; te vroeg, te laat tot op de seconden. We zien met ons verstand. We bouwen, breken af en vergeten.   Zij staan nog steeds geschakeld, in een kring van verloren betekenis. Ik luister, ik streel ze, ik heb ze lief.  

  whispered to the stars   ✨ countless names, -yet all the same   the ones we loved the ones we lost once upon a time   remembered, but forgotten they'll remain always     always the same

    green leaves change colour

  “All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

Ben quietly leaned against the doorjamb. After a bout of silence he cleared his throat. Amy jumped and let out a little shriek. She turned around and hid the object she'd just taken out of his desk drawer behind her back.

  my heart - slowly, carefully healing cracked torn to pieces again what reality heals what has always been, but hidden congealed tears in my lungs I drown, like you drown in the poison you chose red like blood so much I would like to be your raft - your buoy but you don't swim - you sink like you are too heavy and only cry out I submerge beneath the water surface water mourn what is and what may come let go they say I have to let go and let you go   damn it - swim   

  mijn hart - langzaam, zorgvuldig helende gescheurd weer in stukken verscheurd welke werkelijkheid geneest wat altijd is geweest, maar verborgen gestolde tranen in mijn longen ik verdrink zoals jij verdrinkt in het door jouw verkozen vergif rood als bloed zo graag zou ik jouw vlot willen zijn - jouw boei maar jij zwemt niet - je zakt als was je te zwaar en schreeuwt enkel ik geraak onder de waterspiegel rouw om wat is en wat kan komen loslaten zeggen ze ik moet je loslaten en laten gaan   verdomme - zwem nou