Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. ~William Faulkner
I suppose that I shall not have a timepiece accompany me on my hiatus.....time, and thus Life, will then Be, as shall I. I wrote a poem.....not a good one, don't start expecting anything of worth here, quite a bit ago, just before I started this blog.
Love simply is.
Real Love simply is
It's too late to write.....I'll do a real Valentines Post on the morrow. I suffered an inordinate amount of thinking this eve.
I read a bit over at "Something and Half of Something"....sidebar, sorry, too exhausted to link......and the post on the Missiles into innocent neighborhoods made me......upset.
I commented. I commented a second time....a bit less......"light heartedly", using my rarely seen secondary nom de plume....The lady does not have a clue.
Happy Valentines day.....tomorrow. I'm sure I'll be all lovey then. Heh, odd day for me and my Daisy it will be.........but I'll grow from it, and so shall she.
*Hugs all around*