Mey's Mind

  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.