VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
December 5

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery -


Well it certainly was a Monday, work was a bit hectic with trying to get everything cleaned up from the weekend, and then I had to take mom home from work and it was almost 6 before I got home, I’m just wore out and tired.

Rup Rup didn’t think I needed a nap, which maybe I didn’t but I certainly felt like I did. I think she thought I brought her home more treaters than I did. I have her way to spoiled.


another wasted day, spent watching football, playing with a webpage, picking on the dog, screaming silently at the solitary silence my life has become.


my stocking is empty as is my life, I know, and I realize something huge is missing in it, however I am clueless as to how to fill the void, not totally, however the one that can fill it is no longer here, and is only a haunting memory on these cold and dark nights of isolation.


when one feels that there is no use for their being except to be
and there is no future to see
when one feels that they are of no use
from lack of love or abuse


don't love me
for if you do I will no longer be free
don't cherish me
for if you do I will no longer see
don't care for me
for if you do I will cease to be me


when the music plays the feet want to dance, and the body craves arms to lead one in the dance.


I once had dreams
Dreams of family and home
Dreams of Happiness and Hope
Dreams of Love and Laughter
But somehow all my dreams have held is sorrow


I used to dream the dream of little girls
where there is happiness and love
warm arms to hold
and soft kisses to share

I used to dream the dream of little girls
where laughing in the kitchen
as the meatloaf burns
side tracked by loving arms

I used to dream the dream of little girls
where laughter and love fill my home
lacey curtains and fuzzy puppies
let you know your home

I lost these dreams long ago


When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.
- John Ruskin -