In each and every moment, there is good and there is bad,
For in each moment, we can be happy or we can be sad.
Every day has it's dawn, every rose has it's thorn,
You never know quite what to expect from the moment we are born.

When things are going good, they're going great,
Never underestimate the cold hands of fate.
At any instant can a situation flip,
In each and everything we do, it is a lucky dip.

We can look back and see, how things were before,
Yet once again have things changed, now whose keeping score?
In a second things went from good to quite bad,
Lost in the moment, now nothing but sad.

I will always wonder whose fault I am to blame,
But, in the end, I and that person are all but the same.
We are, but the same person you see,
The wickedness in him, is the wickedness in me.

Never underestimate the cold hands of fate,
You never quite know if you'll be too late.
Don't take anything for granted,
Keep your feet firmly planted.
Never stop fighting for that which means most,
Forever and ever my dear friend...repost.

we scintillating
drift swirling
in our own
individual
paths

we make our ways
not by the
Southern Cross
for this is comprised
of stars

but by this little
blue marble
we call

EARTH*


soulsurvivor
(C) 6/7/2015

I am the epitome
of what you do not want
in a
girl,
lover,
daughter,
friend.
I appear to be on a different level,
My own little isolation.
I apologize profusely.
I am not what anyone wants.


(d.d.b)

Cruella*
is my stepmother's name
in my phone.
If that doesn't explain
our relationship,
then I don't know what does.


(d.d.b)