VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
August 3

Little School Teacher Picture
Mouse Drawn by
B. J. Carper


Nelson got to chase the ducks and now she is mush, it was cooler today but yet humid, the humidity is what is killing us these past few days, if it would just get a little drier life would be so much better. I'm so sick of being sticky, even fresh out of the shower it's sticky. Tonight there is only me an Nelson, the house quiet once again, I played the Sims for a bit, watched some tv, took my pills and slept. I live such an exciting life don't I?


Many people will walk in and out of your life. But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. To handle yourself, use your head; To handle others, use your heart.


some days there is not enough hours to think let alone do everything that is on your list. today was such a day. with inventory at the store fast approaching, and submitting the offer on the house, it seems as though I haven't been able to find the time today to even see myself in the mirror let alone know what my thoughts may or may not have been.


Another wasted moment in the space of time with no purpose, no motivation, no incentive I often question why I am and what will make the changes I so desperately need


did you have the night off, I wanted to come see.


within my dreams there are arms that hold me safely
they fight the demons
they keep at bay the memories
they are my strength and my foundation
but only in my dreams


where did I lose the person that was me
where do I find the person who is
where do I start to live again
where was it I lost track


In retrospect

floating upon a dream
thoughts that are so serene
that even the demons no longer scream


the stars shine tonight,
some fall
others dim

I remember seeing a falling star
it was a special moment in my life
I want so bad to share that moment again
but it has gone

I long to hear the voice that echoed to me that night
to feel the hand that held mine
to smell the cool morning breeze
and to see your smiling eyes
I long to see that star fall again.

I'd wish the same thing I did then.


The man who trusts men will make fewer mistakes that he who distrusts them.
- Conte Di Camillo Benso Cavour -