Faith

Writing is such an easy yet difficult way for a person to explain to the world how they feel, what they think, who they desire. It’s the most power one has, yet seldom do they realize the force that sits in their fingers.

Faith’s poetry is amazing. I enjoy reading her while she explains her feelings. Not much gets my creativity going lately (down in my mood), but reading her thoughts, provoked a few thoughts of my own.

Thanks,

K~

I would like to meet you Faith because your 41 things are really genuine. Not the “I would like to save the world and want everyone to love everyone else” kinda crap, but the “I would like to help my friend move house” kinda thing. Reading your entries it feels like I’m reading about the real you and not a facade. Honest people give you nothing to worry about or fear.

We have many interests in common, especially photography. She writes in such an honest way, I feel as if I know her even though we have never met. I’d love to spend a weekend on the beach talking and snapping pictures.

Faith is the coolest chick I know, even if she thinks she isn’t cool at all. I enjoy looking at her photos and her journal entries, but I most enjoy her poetry. She is a master weaver of words. I also consider her to be remarkably beautiful, even if it’s shallow of me to say so.

Wouldn’t it be delightful to hear her speak, and watch her move, and experience her intellect in real life,?

he really reads people’s entries and his comments show that he thinks about what he says in response. i love the way he comments on specific lines that he quotes at the top of his entries.

he seems like a lovely, gentle person and i bet he makes a brilliant friend.

I have lots of ornaments.

I have a boat and an elephant and a shire horse and a picture of my mother and a lady holding a baby that is carved out of wood and another elephant and a china dog and a skeleton money box and a hook to put my keys on that is also shaped like a key.

I will share these things but only to look at because they are F-ragile with a capital F.

You own lovely clothes.

he is not afraid to ask for help. and he needs friends. i am friendly.

and he said i have a nice chin.

someone wrote me a poem, just for me!

it is a beautiful poem.

how cool is that? someone sat down and thought about me and wrote a poem.

as you can tell i am very chuffed about this.

The saga continues… i dunno why it’s all on here and not on 43Things but what the hey…

The Ex invited me to lunch. During which i casually asked him if he would have another child ever. He said no.

Because he was there i couldn’t get to the freaking pharmacy to pick up the test so here i sit again, working till four, unable to get to the shops – at four is my dad’s birthday tea, at five i have to take Raph to kinetics then football. Might be able to pick one up at the late-nght pharmacy while he’s playing.

and then what. What if it’s positive?

What the hell do I do then. I had just decided NOT to stay with him. and he doesn’t want another child. and abortion is not an option for me, personally.

When i fell pregnant with Raph i wasn’t using any contraception, and i was quite happy to live with the cnsequences (little knowing how hectic things would get). This time, if i am it will be a bloody miracle cos we have been carfeul – taken no chances – nothing’s gone wrong (that we could see).

Maybe i’m just late.

Mayebe.