mind will never be free of doubts smoke screen could be defence to aching hearts once bitten twice shy trust is earned not given away
one's life is like a movie groundhog so boring and living like a dog yet we move on, like a zombie, we carry on we see the darkest of night, wait for the break of dawn
what is the meaning of life for some is it just a borrowed time from above are others lucky for living longer or an extension of the pain they linger
blessed are those who can see the light optimism will lead em to a future that's bright those in the dark and living in lurch search...search...search...search
sitting here, having a dull moment i thought i'd log in after work's torment read a few posts, left few comments now i'm writing my own, soon it'll be sent
what have i achieve at work this week shuffled some papers, attached em with clips few boring meetings but with excellent feed my compliments to the chef, it's what i need
my week ain't over nor does my day my mind started to wander, started to play my concentration is all but gone wanna head home to drink my beer alone
three paragraphs i wrote above three paragraphs yet no mention of love emotionless? lost interest? i don't know anymore, i just need a rest
could you tell the age of a blogger by the posts he/she writes do you bother check their profile and believe what they say is right
i noticed bloggers have their own followers comments left, thoughts were shared expanded, appreciated, some provoking than others and one day find 'em in fff's list of top creators
i, for one, am a browser of 'em few their posts sensible, pure and true the limited time i have in a day to read is well spent to have me mind nourished & fed
to sit down and have coffee with you" the feeling is mutual, believe it, it's true but what would happen when 2 people meet from cyberity to reality when they finally greet
posts were written so many times bout cyberspace most recent from sense of honey's blog space true to her words thus i fully agree am not the only one who read her posts with glee
they painted a picture in their minds based on emails received and chat lines you anticipate, you prepare, you groom at the same time anxious, it could turn to gloom
expectations were made, planted in our brains wishing, hoping the painting looks the same would s/he be the same as the one behind the fff mask would friendship be over when face to face they meet at last
