Journal Entry # 154 – Blorft Should Be My Middle Name!

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“I was a little excited but mostly blorft. “Blorft” is an adjective I just made up that means ‘Completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.’ I have been blorft every day for the past seven years.” 
― Tina Fey, Bossypants

Journal Entry # 153 – At Least, I Keep Trying To Tell Myself That!!

You have power over your mind – not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength. – Marcus Aurelius 

Bike Writer # 36 – Don’t Be Tied To The Past, Cast Off, Life Awaits!

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. – Soren Kierkegaard 

Bike Writer # 35 – There’s More To Beauty Than Just Seeing!!

Beauty unites all things, links together flower and star, with chains more certain than those of reason. The poet, the artist, thus finds the clue which guides them in their pilgrimage throughout the world. – Henry James Slack

Dream A Little Dream Of You

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tell me how I can make a dream come true
like the one I had last night of you
and then there was the night before
and…well, so many many more

it’s the one where you said hello
and the tears suddenly began to flow
we rushed into an embrace and held each other tight
all I wanted to do was hold on with all my might

I tried to stay for as long as one dream could remain
in a place void of the hurt, the loss, the pain
oh please tell me how I can make that dream come true
when I dream a little dream of you

Bike Writer # 34 – Duck Yeah, Who’s With Me?

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike. – John Muir

Plagiarized Love

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my love for you is like a book with stolen pages
beautiful words erased
deleted lines…replaced
everything’s torn from the very bind
words rewritten that were never mine
an unknown author with a tale of a broken heart
spends his lonely days with nowhere to start
his pen runs dry
there’s nothing more to capture
in this tragic love story without its final chapter

Bike Writer # 33 – Rejuvenate Your Inside By Going Outside

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. – John Lubbock

Journal Entry # 152 – Truth Can Hurt, But It Can Also Heal

I’ve wasted so much time and heartache trying to find out why someone no longer loves me. When all I had to do, was accept that they probably never did. Therefore, I’m free. – Ash

Bike Writer # 32 – Look Up, Smile, Because Tomorrow’s A Brand New Day

Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully. – Kristen Butler