Being The Best Was As Equal To

She Was Tired Of Hugging Pillows, Counting On Blankets For Warmth, And Reliving Romantic Moments Only In Her Dreams. She Was Tired Of Hoping That Every Day Would Hurry So She Could Get On To The Next. Hoping That It Would Be A Better Day, An Easier Day. But It Never Was. Worked, Paid The Bills, And Went To Bed But Never Slept. Each Morning The Weight On Her Shoulders Got Heavier And Heavier And Each Morning She Wished For Night To Fall Quickly So She Could Return To Her Bed To Hug Her Pillows And Wrap Herself In The Warmth Of Her Blankets.

So Many Objects, So Many Memories. Each Was Being Labelled And Packed Away In Bags Just As It Was In Her Mind. To Be Stored In An Area That Would Sometime Be Called Upon To Teach And Help In Future Life.

Age Is Just A Number, Not A State Of Mind Or A Reason For Any Type Of Particular Behaviour.

I Don't Know Why Men Like To Barbecue So Much. Maybe Its The Only Thing They Can Cook. Or Maybe They're Just Closet Pyromaniacs.

Life Is Funny Isn’t It? Just When You Think You’ve Got It All Figured Out, Just When You Finally Begin To Plan Something, Get Excited About Something, And Feel Like You Know What Direction You’re Heading In, The Paths Change, The Signs Change, The Wind Blows The Other Way, North Is Suddenly South, And East Is West, And You’re Lost. It Is So Easy To Lose Your Way, To Lose Direction. And That’s With Following All The Signposts