There I was
Still alone with my thoughts, feelings and awareness
Like always staying quiet
To afraid to be real about reality
Never being able to tell
Never being able to cry
Because the reason is never seen
Only experienced by me
They tell me it can never be
Still holding on to pink skies
While I am living in dark clouds
Without anyone saving me
So why should I save them
Warning them for monsters
This wicked world is hiding
Behind their masks of security
When it all turned out
To be an illusion of hearts
I let go of the people
Who were part of the destruction
Of reality and sincerity
True souls possess
To conquer this world
With love and magic
~according to Faye
by pherawaty
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Pherawaty
a prose and poetry writer to create a new world of love, light and magic
sharing my most intimate poetry coming from my deepest emotions about heartbreaking experiences combined with messages of hope and love
Bringing Dewey Home
My husband was getting ready to leave for an internship in just under a month, so the two of us were talking more and more seriously about getting a dog. We had both been talking about it for months, discussing the pros and cons, what types of breeds we wanted, the size of the dog, and how we would train it. I've had dogs my whole life, but this would be my husband's first pet aside from a betta fish when he was a young child. As often happens with decisions like this, our idea of an ideal dog was nothing like what we ended up with. We thought that a smaller dog, like a schnauzer, pug, or a poodle mix of some kind would be ideal in our apartment. I have pretty bad joint problem and osteoarthritis, so we thought having a dog would help me to exercise more regularly, which would improve my mobility and flexibility. Because of how easily I can get hurt, we figured a small dog might be safer for me to walk.
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