I have long since ceased dreaming Of kisses under the mistletoe, Of kisses at midnight as the new year tolls. I have long since ceased dreaming Of happily ever after Smiles and laughter. Reality, like slow darkness, Consumes and replaces hope. I have long since ceased dreaming Of early morning kisses, Wishing wells and eyelash wishes. I have long since ceased dreaming Of love that conquers all, And head over heels falls. Reality, like dense fog, Shadows and smothers joy.
This is the place where I write about all the random things that crowd my mind.....about family, friends and places. It is also the place where my newest writing projects and craft ideas can be found. It is, me, electronically.