An ill mother, a busy father, a rambunctious girl and a sweet little boy. Each have their own matters to deal with, they are a loving family dealing with family affairs.

To you, dear one.A written letter.

You are a keeper...

Have you ever not known what to say. (Blog taken from my WordPress, zaylane.wordpress.com)

Loving from afar is hard...... 

(take "romance" with a grain of salt)

I was stumped.

A writer is someone who writes. If that's the definition then any buffoon can do it. Count me in on that definition, if I believed it. But there is always something telling me that I'm the writer of my own story and how my story could be an inspiration.

Warm bodies I cannot deal with. I'd rather a cold touch.

The wind called you away, the curtains called my shame.

Imagine for me, a man

Count the numbers........will you pass five?

"I am not a dog. Never have those words hurt me so."

I saw you, mysterious and what seemed to me as broken. You just strolled right up and led my heart astray, hopefully I can stray your heart. Get my joke, huh? Please find me funny.

Scented Candle, will you embrace the flame or will you keep your solid frame? Scented Candle, see the fire. Also note how you are wired.

I am a wave, I come to the shore. You are a sandcastle upon, to grace the world. If only I could reach.

Original photo:

(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/84/Sand_castle,_Cannon_Beach.jpg)

She always had unifoms on her line, swaying in the breeze.

Nothing is wrong with a smile, but I have noticed that when you smile, your eyes stay the same. I like the real thing.