a place called home.....

home... what was that... was it a place with a roof and 4 walls or was it just an idea. a retreat from the surrounding world... the idea of a home was among things felting at the moment... opening her eyes and glancing around Vivi found her self not where she was at last... old stone walls covered with vines stood to her left. trees and high grass to her right... it was quite a little to quite... but yet the silence was comforting in an odd since. standing up from the ground she let her feet do the walking for her... taking her to someplace... she for once wasn't alarmed or terrified, but yet calm and had a since that she knew this place... but where it was she could remember... the coldness of the cobble stone walkway under her bear feet felt welcoming... walking along the walkway turning here and there but not really paying much attention to where she was going, she suddenly stopped... in front of her stood a rod iron gate partially covered with the same vines that covered the walls... reaching out her hand... then she herd it, her name being called by a woman... dropping her hand from mid air, she turned frantically searching for the person... 'momma' she herd her self call...
gasping for breath she sat up in her bed panting and looking around... finding her self alone as always, curling her knees up to her chest idally reaching up to rube the crystal around her neck... 'one day' she promised her self one day shed find a place called home... where she is loved and wanted... and one day shed find that woman who calls to her in her dreams and that place...

jane said it

I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress.

Jane Austen (1775-1817)

Lullaby by Shawn Mullins

She grew up with the children of the stars
In the Hollywood hills in the Boulevard
Her parents threw big parties, everyone was there
They hung out with folks like Dennis Hopper, and Bog Seager, and Sunny and Cher
She feels safe now in this bar in Farfax
And from the stage I can tell that she can't let go and she can't relax
And just before she hangs her head to cry
I sing to her a lullabye

I say "Everything's gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye
Everything's gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye

She still lives with her mom outside the city
Down that street about a half a mile
And all her friends tell her she's so pretty
But she'd be whole lot prettier if she smiled once in a while
'Cause even her smile looks like a frown
She's seen her share of devils in this angel town

I say "Everything's gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye
Everything's gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye

I told her, "I ain't so sure about this place
It's hard to play a gig in this town and keep a straight face
It seems like everybody with a plan
It's kinda like Nashville, with a tan."

I say "Everything's gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye
Everything's gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye

I say "Everything's gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye
Everything's gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye

Bye, bye
Bye, bye...

msg

im happy even when i dont look it, people cant be happy 24/7 and you know im not that great on showing emotion. in the last 6 years ive learned that i have to. old habits die hard. im trying,

meow mew purr

learning how to bend.............

falling slowly..

thank you...

im not sorry, and that was me being nice by the way...

your my best friend, my sister, nuff said

i had to learn how to be strong, but what you need to learn is that ive lived this long with out you in my life. and its cause of events that have taken place in my life that have made me the way i am. just cause i apear strong and as though i can handle everything, that doesnt mean i havent fell a few times and that doesnt mean i dont know what it means to have to crawl my way back to were i am...and by the way its your loss not mine.

my life and past are just that... my past... if i left you there, then dont worry about trying to come in to my present...

if i am what some think i am, would it be so bad???

the rain stoped..

theres never to much in this life that one cant over come or handle....

Rascall flatts -God bless the broken road

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

[Chorus:]
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

[Chorus:]
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Now I'm just rollin' home into my lover's arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you