I 'sorta' like to babble...

It has the full ability to make us aware that we really are 'sitting on the fence'. Letting go is hard enough, signing off...and anticipating the final result. In a small room, an examiner with white hair, built into a curl on top of his head; sits at a desk with a window to the left of him. With piles of papers, exams, reports, essays... One after the other, the man wearing a lime green jacket reads deep into the waffle you have submitted. Written from the heart yet complete babble... He reads. As the white haired man, with the orange shoes and a feather boa, finishes reading. He looks up and out of the window, 5 gulls sit looking in on him, one of those Gulls mine... Waiting for the dreaded grade which too much relies on. The examiner hurried to clip the lid on his pen and leaned to the floor behind the desk my Gull reported. Gull says he rummaged around until.... Pulling out the biggest sandwich Gull had ever seen...

Much love...x

Um..... Erm.... Unknown.... Well... She and He!

Cute, adorable, sweetie...
Curled into his arms, she starts to over think things, but he stops her. Curled into his arms, she goes silent, she goes shy... He kisses her. Curled into his arms, his huge paws softly stroking her neck. Curled into his arms, she kisses him. Curled into his arms, she spent the evening. Curled into his arms, looking deeply into his deep brown eyes. Curled into his arms.

Who what where when how... Scribbles of another...

Decisions...

The road was cold and windy, a sense of unknown as a destination. The damp think fog curling round my neck as if a threat, the sound of small creatures rustling in the hedgerows. I walked alone. I feel alone. No light upon my direction, I walk, owls making there appearance through the night. One foot in front of the other, I think deeply about my posture, my breathing, my existence.
           How I wished for you to be walking with me, by my side. For protection against the harsh world, my fears and the dusty cold air. I feel your hand mould around mine, but its not real, its not true. I am alone. The road turns blind to the left, vast fog still hiding my location. Scurrying animals pass my feet, my strides becoming twice the size. Why had I decided to walk away now?, to be alone? Why did I not keep my assigned place, warm, content, with you. Change was coming, my mind wondered as I slowly clambered round the bends of Surrey Road.

Much love...x

Called: Written for others to read... Hannah's babble.

Smile! Are you happy? If yes, how do you know you’re happy? And if so what does happy feel like? I’ll tell you my idea of Happy. I am happy, I feel that sometimes only my toes are just about touching the ground as I become wrapped up in life and floating in everything that makes me smile, lifting me higher; The new things, the new people, the new opportunities that are being thrown my way. I am happy. I am happy because I have self-worth, I am happy with me as I am proud, proud of my individuality and my independent journey. We are happy.  You are happy because of your achievements, you are proud of yourself. You are happy with the things, the opportunities and the people that life throws at you. Do you know that?
Can you touch happiness? No. Happiness is a gradual incline of your own self-respect, along with the respect of others and self-esteem and self-love and happiness and greatness and journey, I could go on; about above all – a journey. Your destination is - contentment, love, happiness, pleasure, joy, satisfaction, desire…  Bliss! Get there!... Travel!... Vacate!...  You can look back in 20 years on your amazing achievements, life and desires and make yourself look back to you and, Thank you. Make your life what you want it to be, make it happy. >Complete that cross stitch and be proud. >read that book, and be proud. Learn to fly. Be proud.
 Reach your destination… I’m on route for reaching mine.
 
Much Love… x

Feelings... Are they right?

Feelings,
What are they? Motivation?  Desire? Escape? We feel emotions prior, after, during everything in life. Yet with feelings established, why is making a decision so hard? Thinking does not always help, We will never know if we don’t try. Someone told me this recently, She knowing, wise told me to jump for opportunities when I feel there is a small chance they could be the right decision.  But what do I feel? I fall and graze my knee, I feel pain? I lose my blue writing pen? I feel frustration? Yes. I open my eyes to all possibilities, I feel confusion? Do I? Am I ignoring those new feelings, those new emotions?  I finish an essay and delete it accidently without an ‘Undo’ option, I feel anger? Established feelings can lead us into the best journeys, helping us understand our real aims and desires. >If feelings are motivation then a career aim, is a Want! A want lead by an attitude of not stopping until we get there, not resting until we reach the finish point.  >If feelings are Desire? Should we not just follow them, see what further feelings arise? Or leave desire a hardly forgotten dream? > If feelings are escape, why not take the journey, make the wrong right decision, make the right wrong decision. “You won’t know unless you try”. Being honest with our emotions and our feelings will get us the further than keeping them all on a drawing board in our minds. A risk now and then is harmless under the right pre-cautions… a risk can be rewarding and a risk can be right.
Much Love…x

Notes... For another, Black Horses...

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Where Cary felt comfort was now disturbed, after the argument that lasted all of ten minutes, her life was falling apart. He had given her hope and love when she needed it yet she never respected him. He was everything any girl would ever want and she risked losing him. Her eyes were heavy and wandered around the no longer familiar flat. His jacket slung over a dining room chair as it always was, yet different. His charcoal drawings draped on every wall, most of them conveying his happiness, faith and pleasure of his life with Cary. She looked, and admired; alone she slumped on the floor. She felt guilt in her stomach, a salty bland taste reached her lips as she wept. Cary did not blame Troy for leaving, she had always ignored the ability of breaking someone's heart, now understanding how easy it was, she knew she had. She thought back, about Finn. She reminisced how Finn's hands had felt over her skin, his lips on her body. Her mind tainted, she had hurt Troy and needed to fix it yet desired the touch of her black horse, Finn.

Another one... Tis just notes...

She had one lived in this house, yet she no longer felt welcome. The tough atmosphere think around her throat, she beat away her tears. The house smelt like damp wood, and wet air filled the room. The room dark and inviting, smashed glass on the floor telling the story of what happened here. Crossing her arms, she griped herself tightly and the bitter breeze cut through her. Why did it have to happen that way? She was now alone and not only in the house, the darkness seemed friend,y other than a threat. A promise swung though Sarah's mind. She twirl led her thought around her mind, and began to cry unable to hold it in. She stepped in to the only light in the room, as the moon shown through the smashed window. She crutched and out her head in her hands. Sarah was helpless and alone. A flicker of a electricity box as the damp air reached its inside. Sarah looked up... In the corner of the room, where no light shown; a shadow of a man, crouched also against the wall...

Much love...

Be you!

When we feel intimidated by something or somebody…think of them as the above… They can take your souls perhaps yet stop them… In the wizarding world we are given the power to fight for our own destiny, a Patronus… Whether this being an otter or a tiger, you have strength. Knowing that you will be walking into a situation where you are going to find it hard or impossible to find strength, you must not be frightened, nervous, or intimidated. See yourself as your own Patronus… Make your destiny and don’t be scared. They will not hurt you, fight for yourself. Here is the courage, here is the push… Go for it and keep yourself proud, safe and above all… You!

Much love x

Luck is real, you just can't hold it in the hands....

Chase luck when you want it, when you need it. It cannot be made for you… Make the luck yourself… Believe your worthiness and grasp the fortune… Do not stand and observe, chase what you believe and make it yours. Sign your name. And believe in your own luck.

Much love x

This post it!

This post it!

Life! We have journeys made for us, we make journeys for ourselves and we search for aspired journeys. A post -it is like your life… We cross bridges, we complete things that make ourselves and others proud… Add them to your post - it! Scribble, note down all those fancy things that you didn’t expect you would do, and look back at them. Overwhelm yourself with your own greatness… Remember the things that make you proud of yourself and don’t be afraid of being you. Your post - it is empty until you start scribbling. Make yourself proud. Go for it!

Much love x

Well you know, I moved from Tumblr...

That massive grin that develops on our faces when we hear a loved song and have not heard it for while. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you hear a song of which, years ago used to be on repeat, then was distinguished… A song that makes you smile.

A song that makes me smile - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yH0RbHjD4vw&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Much love x