Alive

She draws her knees together and rests her head on them; she wipes her tears imagining him doing it. She can almost hear him whispering to her that she was safe now, that he loved her. He wasn’t real, but she could almost felt it. She knew it was stupid, but if her mind could play this trick to make her feel better, she would play along. Sometimes he took the shape of her latest crush, sometimes a character from a story. He has to be the reason I am somewhat sane*. I wish I could make him come alive.

I find it difficult to post, because somehow too many people I know (and don’t like) come here. I will stop writing here, because it’s becoming a chore editing the entries for fear of giving too much away. I wish they would go away. What to do?

Alan Jackson- Remember When

*-( sane? heheh)

Charmed

As I was lying on the bed, with a single tear balancing on the edge of my eye; the day could not get worse. I had no idea why I was low. I had a bad feeling about almost everything in my life. I had spent last night fighting the morbid thoughts my brain was churning out.

I had angels watching over me.

As I cuddled with my favorite pillow and turned on the television someone was waving a wand. One of my favorite movies was on and I was right one time. This never happens to me .Ever.

The little imp's were hard at work.

As I went on receiving compliments and sweet messages from friends, acquaintances and total strangers, I knew I was blessed.

How a sweet message from a total stranger can cheer you up is magic.