Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
“A happy birthday is measured not in the amount of gifts one gets, but in the amount love one receives.” Todd Stocker Today I turn thirteen! I look at my watch. Quarter to three in the morning. Still another three hours before everyone is awake and up. I thump my pillow and lie back down.
The thing is to love life to love it even when you have no stomach for it, when everything you held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands and your throat is filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you so heavily it’s like heat, tropical, moist thickening the air so
Have you got a favourite poem? I can’t say that I have a favourite. There are too many that I love but this one by e.e. cummings is very special. i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
