I dicovered something new yesterday. Are you surprised? I know I was.
I stood and watched someone singing. They came alive as if their body had been sleeping. It was then I knew...
They have a passion inside and that passion is for singing.
I have a passion inside of me that is for writing. When I don't or can't write, a part of me feels empty. I feel as though my thirst can't be quenished in any other form. When I write, that part of me that was in a dormant state begins to thrive. I am more complete. It is a need I have, not just a want or desire.
I like learning new things. I like discovering more about myself by observing and listening to others. I suppose that is how we grow.
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
About Me
- Pink Rambler Ramblings
- Me - Who and what: a woman overflowing with ideas and a need to put them into words. Why - For me to express. To share with others. Everything from very personal to random. Comments welcome and appreciated. Join my world.
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