B.J. Neblett

Fantasies... who needs fantasies? I have memories.

Sex mirrored our drinking; both defined our relationship: selfish, detached, indulgent and satisfying.

See with your mind, Speak with your heart,Touch with your eyes, Love with your entire being.

We are the sum total of our experiences. Those experiences _ be they positive or negative _ make us the person we are, at any given point in our lives. And, like a flowing river, those same experiences, and those yet to come, continue to influence and reshape the person we are, and the person we become. None of us are the same as we were yesterday, nor will be tomorrow.

Yesterday's faults become today's lessons. Today's dreams become tomorrow's reality.

That's No Ordinary Girl

A love letter lost in the mail, forgotten, miss delivered and then discovered years later and received by the intended is romantic. A love letter ending up in someone's spam filter is just annoying.

You might as well laugh at yourself,everyone else is.

Memories are reality's ghosts

Where does one run to escape from feelings?