nelladell 70+, F

Our hands are blue-veined and brown spotted and wrinkled and I like to see them together, reminders of many years of working out problems and of sorrows and joys.… [more]

There's a wind that constantly blows from the east and sings of a joyous land we've forgotten. A hidden part of us always hears that silent song and we blindly try to find that country in far places. We hope to find it in love from others and in possessions and in relationships and power and food and drink and drugs. Vague memory says that it is only in that lost land that we can always be truly happy, and when we don't find it, we feel betrayal and depression and anger. Though there's safety to be found, we feel every sort of fear. We choose not to look in the east of ourselves, and the wind moans to us its song of yearning.… [more]

I'm still and alone on the top of my tree. I'm watching the sky and i'm watching the sea. But the reason I climbed -- the best thing that could be Is watching The Lover watching me.… [more]

Misguidance aside, I stand behind those who gave their all for the purpose of helping others. I am U. S. A.   I am an easy target.  Shoot me.When we, the people of the U. S. A., are back on our feet, i hope that you will be, also.… [more]