VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
September 4

An Angel Blessing

May you always have
an angel by your side
watching out for you
in all the things you do.
Reminding you to keep
believing in brighter days.
Finding ways for your wishes and dreams
to take you to beautiful places.

Giving you hope that
is as certain as the sun.
Giving you the strength
of serenity as your guide.
May you always have love
and comfort and courage.
And may you always have
an angel by your side.

May you always have
an angel by your side.
Someone there to catch you if you fall.
Encouraging your dreams.
Inspiring your happiness.
Holding your hand and
helping you through it all.

In all of our days,
our lives are always changing.
Tears come along as well as smiles.
Along the roads you travel,
may the miles be a thousand times
more lovely than lonely.
May they give you the kind of gifts
that never, ever end.

Someone wonderful to love
and a dear friend in whom you can confide.
May you have rainbows after every storm.
May you have hopes to keep you warm.
And may you always have an angel
by your side

"I can't give you a sure-fire formula for success, but I can give you a formula for failure: Try to please everybody all the time."
- Herbert Bayard Swope -


I've got such a freaking awful headache. It began at about 3 in the morning and has not let up one itsy bitsy bit, no matter how many pain pills I take.


"I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be."
– Groucho Marx -


if only I could speak of how my heart still longs for something that I know I will never have, that someone who store it from me, and left me here just a shell of who I was.


Why did you leave?
Why am I me?


I have come to some conclusions, and one is if I can not write what I feel why have the thoughts here at all, so maybe one day this week I am going to remove them, to have my privacy to have my peace, to be alone as I am anyhow, to forget all, to move forward, to fight the sadness, to fight the tears, to fight my inner being to long and want what others seem to have.


where did we go, what did we do, who were we, when was it?


the parks are nice this time of year.


I wished I could tell you how I'm feeling, let you know that your more than you seem. I look forward to knowing you are here. wishing to just see your words. I wished it was different and I could tell you how much you have come to mean to me.


Holding on, with thy soul
clutching the memory tight to thy heart
Thee spirit a part


There would not be so many open mouths if there were not so many open ears.
- Bishop Hall -