A bird may love a fish and honestly, it never really mattered where they lived, because when you love someone that's all that really matters...
Emerald Isle
Occupation: Read and Write
It's odd really, words are so powerful when spoken, but I believe that they're even more powerful when written. Written words can mess with your brain, because you read into them whatever emotion you want them to have. If you're feeling happy, whatever words you may read may be happy words, if you're mysterious, that's the meaning they will carry. Simple as that. Written words where my escape and my sanctuary at the same time. So it may not come as a surprise that all I ever wanted out of a career was being able to read and write.
One last goodbye, Philadelphia.
The first home you make for yourself, will always hold a special place in your heart! It's like your first love: you only remember the good times. The first look, the first kiss, the excitement and the thrill of it all. Rarely do people recall the breakup, the heartache, the moments where you think the... Continue Reading →
My imaginary home.
I have a 1 1/2 hour commute (one way) to work. I'm not complaining (yet), it hasn't started snowing (yet) and it's reasonably light outside, but 1 1/2 hours each way, that's 3 hours per day and 15 hours per week and roughly 60 hours per month (give or take, luckily this is a part-time... Continue Reading →
A bird loves a fish 