Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Intellect without love...yes, dry as bone.Wow...this is so deep!Have a great weekend.:)
You, too, Ygraine, and thanks very, very much.
Thankfully you have plenty of both, William! This is why I love visting with you...you make me feel welcome and share your wonderfully, talented thoughts...thank you~
What I really have, Jan, is a friend in you. Thank you for your kind and generous words.
Intellect can also be a great manipulator in the wrong hands, not yours, you do not manipulate, but I am being torn to pieces by this master manipulator, and everything I AM I WAS DISAPPEARED, for she has said her piece,and now I'm as unwelcome as a dreaded disease, and I do not deserve it. The truth always come out in life or death...than I will be known who the real me...Intellect I have and plenty and enough to know when I'm in the hands of a great manipulator. I can't say her name, she is not know in the blogger world...I don't know how I got on this subject it just came out...you're awesome
Thank you, Lorraine. It’s hard, I know. But there is great wisdom in those familiar words, “This too shall pass.” In the meantime, I find the lightest living comes through the art of letting go.
Then i shall, let it go, thank you William
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