Stories used to come so easy for me
I would open my mouth to tell someone about dinner
Yesterday or the day before
And suddenly I’m telling this story
About waiters and insignificant offenses
By significant others
My sisters search for a lost book
Often became a story about life and its unsuspected
Ups and downs
Entire books could be written from one sexual encounter
If left to my own devices
I won’t exactly say I stretched the truth
The truth is that life often stretches
Into the best ideas for the silliest stories
And I could never let one pass
But lately they don’t come so easy
Maybe my life has become too boring
Or maybe my imagination is shrinking
In direct proportion to the increase
In the candles on my birthday cake
Which is another story entirely
And we’ll go into that at another time
Real life does make for the best stories. Enjoyed.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on May 24, 2004
Do your best, and the words will come to you..
Enjoyed...........
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on May 24, 2004
Sue, keep a candle light tonight in your window, and love will come
tapping on your heart; if you will only keep your imagination open for it. It comes to me and I do not expect from others. But maybe
it is always there because I believe in it and sometimes, someone
can see inside me heart and soul. And that dear Sue is worth everything to me. I can feel your emptiness from here where I sit
now typing these lines. Hugs xx Your friend Bill
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tapping on your heart; if you will only keep your imagination open for it. It comes to me and I do not expect from others. But maybe
it is always there because I believe in it and sometimes, someone
can see inside me heart and soul. And that dear Sue is worth everything to me. I can feel your emptiness from here where I sit
now typing these lines. Hugs xx Your friend Bill