I made this last year. It's been almost a year since I've written...but this site seems to fit. It and SoftRains fit. SoftRains is more...just there. It holds all moods and thoughts, but I miss this site. I'm on the hurt side lately...not that I'm hurt...but my feelings are hurt. I kinda feel like I've been punched in the face emotionally. But, maybe I'll write about it later. It's not just one thing either, but one things stands out more...

Love, Busby

Life's Not So Bad

Standing in a snowy feild; You see the ground, trees, bushes glisen in the morning light; The beauty of the snow on the trees and falling from the sky surpass all you've seen; You think; Life's not so bad

A soft brown rabbit scurries toward you, but stops a few feet away; it wiggles it's nose, bounds closer, then moves along, in search of a warm carrot no doubt. You think, Life's not so bad

You look up to the sky and watch the snow fall, it falls so light and weightless, it collects in small piles, white as can be, not a drop of blood or stain on it, it's as pure as it can be. You think, Life's not so bad.

If there is all this good, all this happiness, and all this beauty in the world, then Life's not so bad

Every Woman Should...    by, Teresa Elliott, John Boiler, and Kay Smith-Blum

Know how to use a stick shift; a plunger; understand the diffrence between don't tell a soul and don't tell a soul I mean it; know her mind; change it; have protection handy; but not too handy; use special china; and special underwear for no special reason; over commit; come through; refuse to do it again; do it again; be able to discuss first and ten; have better things to do; set boundaries; go camping; grow something; dance crazy all alone; stare at the phone; get dressed in five minutes; be a princess; get over it; believe in the perfect man; get over it; read; walk; flirt; shock; listen; sing; thank God; be single and like it; a lot; raise a child; or not; see a wrinkle and be reminded of her youth; not her age.

Have you ever stared directly into a flame? Did you know that if you stare long enough, and use enough imagination, you can see small people dancing? They look so happy. They dance, and they dance. The wick is their dance floor, the flame there home. They hear music that we do not. Their dancing never stops. They only seem to stop when you take a breath, that they know will destroy them. Then, they seem to all stop for that single moment that your breath touches the flame, and cry out in terror. The flame itself always takes one more chance of surviving and saving the dancers, but it, does not succeed.

I believe that is what love is like. It never stops, it never yeilds, until, it is shattered by death.

Good_Bye

Ummm...wow, nothing to say. I deleted that last post, and it's comments, because I did not get a chance to finish it, so It sounded rather...I don't know the word, but it didn't sound right, so I got rid of it.

Do you prefer an artifical tree, or a real christmas tree? I far prefer a realy tree. The house always smells like christmas with one of them. The fireplace is beautiful with decorations, but it is missing one thing, a fire! My father hasn't bought us any firewood, so we have no fire...*tear*! Give me an axe, and I'll go get some firewood, but no, I can't. I think they are afraid that I'll come back with more logs and less fingers.

Welp...time for some hot chocolate...Good_Bye

"have u ever held ur hands out with ur eyes closed and spun around and around and around? well thats what love is like..." That is what I was told by a friend, thanks Robin, I hope you and Matt will be ok.