VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
August 2

Preppy Girl
created by using
body bases and outlines
by Linda
from Prestigious Dames,
not to be borrowed or removed from this website.


It's hot, did I say it's hot, yeah it is very hot, so movements are limited, although the Munchkins are here we haven't done much of anything, played a few games of Rummy, Go Fish, Crazy Eights, and War, but that is about it, not a very exciting day but one that has passed and gone away forever.


"No weapon forged against you will prevail, and you will refute every tongue that accuses you. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and this is their vindication from me declares the Lord."
- Isaiah 54:17 -


I wished I could make the words I feel come to life, but I have kept the feelings buried for so long, pretending they do not exist, they are not here. I tried not leaving my mark here but yet I always write, always saying things to fill the space instead of what I really want to say. what I'm forbidden to say..thus preventing me from being me.


good bye to face, hello to a new one
revolving doors spin and in the middle we are caught
some times found some times sought


I wanted to drive by and see if I could see you, the birthday card I sent came back today, I wonder if you ever knew it was there or had been sent? I wonder if your thoughts are ever with me as mine are with you. Something doesn't seem right about the silence, maybe it's because when last we had things worked out between us, that understanding that we always had. it's been a month now, and I wonder what is going on, I don't know what I should do, if I was certain you know longer wanted to see me, if you no longer cared, but I'm not. I tried to call the other day but there was no answer, did you know? Will you ever know? For I love you, will always love you and for no other reason other than for you being you.


sails unfurled
wind upon the sea
movements in what direction
aimless motion


I find that I want to love again, to be loved again
to share the moment with breathless anticipation of forever
to belong and to be needed as well as wanted
to give all there is of me to fill the space in thy heart


In retrospect I have made a discovery
That when I am happy or more at peace with myself I have few thoughts to write. maybe someday all my thoughts will be just blank. Wouldn't that be so wonderful.


Where is my mind today what path does it travel
I close my eyes and see an evergreen reaching for the sky
an empty bird nest perched deep within it's hiding confines
the babes are gone
off to find their own refuge
the wind dances with the pine
it's whispering speaks of its pleasure


A life of pleasure makes even the strongest mind frivolous at last.
- Edward Bulwer-Lytton -