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)

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.

Imagine for me, a man

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

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

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

Loving from afar is hard...... 

(take "romance" with a grain of salt)

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 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.

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

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

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

I was stumped.

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

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.

You are a keeper...

To you, dear one.A written letter.