The write in white thread

there's a decorative vase at work that has cracks down either side of it. it's not a fancy vase, just one that we bought from family dollar for the front of the office.

i have no idea how the cracks got there, maybe someone accidentally knocked it to the floor and didn't bring it to my attention, but i wondered what could have happened that it weakened the vase to the point that it developed cracks. then i thought about how even though the vase is a little flawed, light still manages to shine through those cracks; and maybe the vase isn't so weak after all.

i think there's a song that goes something like, "there are cracks in everything, that's how the light gets in." i thought about things that have weakened me and given me cracks. and i wonder if the light will strengthen me.

 
there's a decorative vase at work that has cracks down either side of it. it's not a fancy vase, just one that we bought from family dollar for the front of the office.

i have no idea how the cracks got there, maybe someone accidentally knocked it to the floor and didn't bring it to my attention, but i wondered what could have happened that it weakened the vase to the point that it developed cracks. then i thought about how even though the vase is a little flawed, light still manages to shine through those cracks; and maybe the vase isn't so weak after all.

i think there's a song that goes something like, "there are cracks in everything, that's how the light gets in." i thought about things that have weakened me and given me cracks. and i wonder if the light will strengthen me.


We all get cracks and fissures throughout life's ups and downs. It's the light of Love that fills them and makes us stronger than before. The more cracks we receive, love tries to heal the wounds and make us whole again. Love is light and makes us brighter in our souls.
 
when I masturbate, as much as it feels good, and the orgasms I achieve are ecstatic, there's still a part of me that feels an overwhelming sense of guilt. At my age, why is that still occurring?
 
i wish i had your hugs i wish i had your kisses
i wish i had your touch just checking off my wishlist
i wish i had your time i wish i had your attention
and while were making wishes did i forget to mention

i wish that i was yours
 
I'm a sucker for a guy who is exceptionally adept with his tongue, especially if he has no qualms about pussy eating. If he tied me up and teased my pussy, denying me an orgasm until my brain turned into tapioca, I'd probably be in love.
 
I had to read that a couple of times, I have noticed that you do not wear your angel wings anymore.:)
 
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