tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66852372688559311622011-11-28T05:46:26.068+05:30Within you I lose myself... Without you I find myself Wanting to be lost again.Little Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01476325173174913680noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685237268855931162.post-65078227772174743542009-01-07T10:38:00.001+05:302009-01-07T10:38:17.281+05:30<p><img style="display: inline" height="267" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2921316364_df494c4d08.jpg?v=0" width="320" /> </p> <p>I fought the virus. Yes, I’m done with you. I’ve been on pills. I’ve been fighting the runny nose. It’s been like hell for me. I hate it when I get cold. It’s a sad time for me. I know it’s the same for all of you out there. But it’s double the pain for me. Somehow.</p> <p>I get cold and it stays on for ages. I take the pill and it never helps. Never.</p> <p>Now that, finally it’s over. It has been such an endurance for me. It feels as though I had some sort of cancer or something! It’s such a relief that it decided to go. Of course, I did fight well.</p> <p>Take that, virus!</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685237268855931162-6507822777217474354?l=littlemissmissing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01476325173174913680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685237268855931162.post-8658554896458572192008-09-25T22:45:00.000+05:302008-12-28T06:57:35.173+05:30<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; font-family: georgia"><img height="320" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1351/1325750759_2a91d0b477.jpg?v=0" width="244" />&#160;</span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; font-family: georgia">Yes, dear. I'm often missing. Into myself and more. But mostly, myself. If THEY were right, that Every Truth lay within us, then THOSE truths lay about without any markers.</span></p> <div style="font-family: georgia"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%">It'd take a while to unearth something that would make you happy. A smidgen of something would be enough, but then ... the possibility of finding more and that hope that you pursue with it, it becomes exciting to a point which is rarely achieved otherwise!</span></div> <div style="font-family: georgia"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%"> <br /></span></div> <div style="font-family: georgia"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%">I love my life!</span></div> <div style="font-family: georgia"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%"> <br /></span></div> <div style="font-family: georgia"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%">Every second for me is exciting; exciting to the core. I make discoveries or ponder over discoveries that I'd made earlier in this </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Psychedelic</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">digging-up-the-truth-from-within journeys. </span></span></span></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685237268855931162-865855489645857219?l=littlemissmissing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01476325173174913680noreply@blogger.com0