Curt

Lol, poor sam got disconnected, had to attack 🙂

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Inspired by Bekahs beautiful piccy at http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/17482028/

Thursday is the first access day of the week for me to my children, a designated spot in time in which they’re all mine, and not shared, in which I once more become daddy, and not just some visitor in their house. Thursday is when I become the person I should be, when my life has a meaning it was meant to have. Thursday is the day I leave work with more enthusiasm than jim carey at a kids party….Thursday is the night I drive home late crying…

Not much to say, close your eyes, remember the poem and see what it means to you… based mostly on those moments in the night when you’re sure you’re about to expire, those dreams when you have, and those seconds following an accident when you should have 😉

I was hounding someone…. 😀 made me think

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For years I’ve craved security. At what price did it come?

I don’t know when I wrote this one, but I like it.

How happy are you really? Do you smile in appreciation of your happiness, or appreciation of anothers? How true, and how convincing can your smiles be? It seems with practise, no-one can tell.