Thank You, Margherita,
What is reality? Is it what you see and hear, or perhaps what you feel,
What boarders does reality cross to give life fear, might it be the loss of fantasy? Your words are supportive and welcome to this tattered soul.
Thank you, Nightshade,
Spring will come in its time, perhaps with a shock of beauty.
Thank you, Illiana,
The Dark of the year is my brightness, I appreciate the offer and e-mails are always welcome.
Thank you, tracie66,
For the kind words
Thank you, playing.with.crayons,
For taking the time to read and respond.
Thank you, Susan,
Iím always out here somewhere
Roaming the darkness of the soul.
Thank you, Seymour,
In the time of flowers bloom
Iíll take them into my room,
Perchance to lighten the gloom.
Thank you, Mysteria,
The furry demon is not fond of hugs, but will sit for hours on a lap
And accept petting ( if done properly )
Your words are kind and warm, just as their writer.