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Truly, Madly, Deeply

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Heard this on the radio, thought I would share!

Truly, Madly,Deeply by Savage Garden

I’ll be your dream

I’ll be your wish I’ll be your fantasy

I’ll be your hope I’ll be your love

Be everything that you need

I’ll love you more with every breath

Truly, madly, deeply do

I will be strong I will be faithful

’cause I’m counting on

A new beginning

A reason for living

A deeper meaning, yeah

[chorus:]

I want to stand with you on

a mountain

I want to bathe with you in the sea

I want to lay like this forever

Until the sky falls down on me

And when the stars are shining

brightly in the velvet sky,

I’ll make a wish send it to heaven

Then make you want to cry

The tears of joy for all the

pleasure and the certainty

That we’re surrounded by the

comfort and protection of

The highest powers
In lonely hours

The tears devour you

[chorus]

Oh can you see it baby?

You don’t have to close your eyes

‘Cause it’s standing right

before you

All that you need will surely come

I’ll be your dream I’ll be your wish

I’ll be your fantasy

I’ll be your hope I’ll be your love

Be everything that you need

I’ll love you more with every breath

Truly, madly, deeply do

[chorus]

I want to stand with you on a

mountain

I want to bathe with you in the sea

I want to live like this forever

Until the sky falls down on me

Morning!

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The sun has risen
Shining bright

The birds are singing
As their right

I have awoken –
Brand new day

Greetings to you
So far away

Flying Free

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Sometimes I wish I could escape feelings. Or at least have a remote to control them. Set mood on automatic happiness level 9.8, maybe a happiness level of a complete 10 might be a bit OTT. 

Everyday I am conscious of all the goodness around me. All the lack of suffering I have not had to endure because of circumstances of birth, combined with a touch of good fortune, tenacity and hard work. And yet, my mood is still low. Counting my blessings and being aware, but still having a sinking feeling inside of me, a feeling of sadness combined with anxiety and wistful thinking. Expectations of what we deserve in this life. Comparisons of others without knowing the whole story, not seeing the whole picture. 

While we breathe we are tied to this physical realm. Our bodies need resources to survive. Love and affection and touch. One day I believe, my soul will fly free. Free of this earthly bind. Free of needing food, water, sleep, education, competition, needing to do this, needing to do that. Just being free. And feeling love. Hopefully, perhaps, it will be.

Not Alone

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I hear your breathing

And feel your touch 

In the darkness I know

You are with me 

I am not alone 

Elegant

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Adorning the world

Nature’s gifts abundantly 

Free, pure elegance

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/elegant/

Twinkle

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Beautiful stars

Twinkle at night

Dance in the shadows

Of the moonlight

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/twinkle/

Plop

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I was so bored this evening with nothing to do, and not feeling like reading or studying for Java 8 exam (because I can), so I just plopped onto my bed and looked at the ceiling for a couple of hours. Every thirty minutes I was able to play candy crush until my lives all died, and had to wait for reset to happen.

Well, that’s been my evening folks, from Sydney, wishing you a good night! Or good day if that works better for you.

Pop quiz: when last did you use the word ‘plop’?

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/plop/

Wedding Cake Fail

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Ok, so sometimes I have good ideas, and then sometimes I have not so good ideas. Like my wedding cake. As an example. My husband-to-be and I were paying for our own wedding, and on a tight budget. The venue we had booked included an ice-cream cake as part of the lunch menu. Who needs a wedding cake I thought, when there is already an ice-cream cake on the menu. It can double up. Pretty it up and there you go. Cake. What a stoopid idea. Try romantic photos attempting the slicing of a cake, an ice-cream one. It was so rock solid frozen we could not even put an ice-sharpened knife through it. And it had a green ribbon around it. When my color theme if I could say I even had one, was orange. Not green. Not clever. Not cake.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/cake/