Daddy's One Daughter
13 hours ago
As a kid, I loved gazing at the clouds and mentally cutting them into the shapes of my imagination. Growing up, I realised that writing came closest to capturing the images from my mind's eye. These are the shapes I've cut my life into. These are my clouds.

4 comments:
It's a funny thing that when someone wants to leave a rude or insulting comment, he or she always takes refuge in anonymity. I don't mind in the least being disagreed with, but I find it hard to respect someone who is *brave* enough to be unpleasant but not enough to be so openly.
But regarding the comments - this is your blog and you portray yourself as you wish, or as you see yourself or according to your feelings at the time. You aren't asking me to vote for you or to give you money or to feel your emotions. I don't even know who you are. So whatever you say is fine by me, I enjoy reading it. If I stop enjoying it, I can stop reading. So can Anonymous, who might feel less bitter if he or she did just that.
Hey Z! What can I say? And I think you will find it even funnier when I tell you who this so-called anonymous is :-)
Perhaps in my next post. Thanks for stopping by.
True what Z says.
Why leave a comment anonymously? Why not, for example, give oneself a name, even if it's a false name.
It's a real strange human habit.
I dread it when I see someone signing in as 'Anonymous' on my blog, because it's become synonymous with mean remarks. It's happened on my blog too.
It's just cowardice nothing else. Anyhoo, I found the comments amusing in a way cos I know exactly who it is. LOL!
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