Eclectic Muses December Lyric Prompt Application Prompt...

The path that I'm walking I must go alone I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they? And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay May 10, 2003 Dear Mom, This is seriously the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Even if I am being a complete coward to do it like this, through the mail, and not in person. Before I say anything else, I want to state, clearly, truly, that I do love you, Mom. And I don't doubt, in your own way, that... read more

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? W. H. Davies My mother would not approve of Tony Stark's garden. It looks like it hasn't been tended to in at least a year. Everything is over grown, there is no indication of symmetry, not really an indication of any planning whatsoever. It's disorderly. A wildflower here, a strawberry there, all different kinds of grass. And the wooden planks that make up the path through the garden to the beach proper are in varying stages...