It’s back.
Gratitude soft,
dark forest.
Death, Depression, Fear, Isolation, Poems, Poetry
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#1 by screen_scribbla on May 16, 2011 - 5:02 am
This is a great idea. Suits lazy folks like me.
#2 by screen_scribbla on May 16, 2011 - 5:03 am
Ah – that came out wrong. I didn’t mean to infer you were lazy.
#3 by Carl on May 16, 2011 - 6:42 am
Ha! You’re perfectly on! I am lazier than you, I am sure!
#4 by Kay Camden on May 16, 2011 - 9:50 am
No idea on this one.
#5 by Carl on May 16, 2011 - 10:20 pm
At least if it doesn’t catch your fancy, it doesn’t take long to read. 🙂
#6 by Kay Camden on May 16, 2011 - 10:41 pm
Oooh no. The ones I can’t figure out usually take longer to read, because I’m sitting here scratching my head. LOL
#7 by Carl on May 16, 2011 - 10:51 pm
AH! Don’t scratch your head! Shake your head, say, “there is something seriously wrong with that guy,” and then move on to something sensible! 🙂
#8 by Kay Camden on May 16, 2011 - 10:58 pm
Okay, will do! haha
#9 by debi on May 16, 2011 - 12:20 pm
Gratitude is always good.
#10 by Carl on May 16, 2011 - 10:21 pm
It ameliorates all that is wrong. Thank you for your comment.
#11 by claudia on May 16, 2011 - 1:16 pm
i wonder if the forest is good or bad in its darkness – because of the gratitude i hope it’s good
#12 by Carl on May 16, 2011 - 10:22 pm
Interesting – With a good or bad label, the forest could take it either way. Thank you for your comment.