A rose I give to you. Not as a farewell, but rather as a “I will see you soon.” I could look upon a field of the dying and the dead alike and only see you. Your beauty standing like a single rose amongst dandelions. Dare I pick it? Dare I shatter the side of such an hourglass and start the hands of time a ticking. They tick as they tock their way around this thing they call a clock and all I know is the rose ages. Can I but freeze a moment and hover on a whisper.
Beauty, today you are a rose.
I am a motherfucking sorcerer!
I’ll catch up on comments soon! Be back in a few.
How did you find this site? Are you after my lucky charms?
After this stage I have to wait another three days!!!
So the two big presents have been made. I vacuumed all the rooms and the guest room is perfect. My back hurts and I feel faint. I may be pregnant. I should lay down.
I call this photo “Sucking up to Santa.”
The other elf keeps telling me I am putting stuff in the wrong spot. I screamed “don’t tell me how to play with my dollhouse!” I may speak to management later about harassment.