hello beautiful Fia I’m glad I no longer get gazes I wrote a poem about that I’m waiting to post it…it’s titled invisible…I don’t feel old even though I’m fifty six and the world wants to tell me I’m old…no she is not old just no longer a teen… great write ❤️

This is a great write.
The reality is we all age. It’s not so bad.
But realizing that comes with wisdom and learning to embrace the life you’ve lived and where you are mentally.
I’m happy at 51. You couldn’t pay me to be in my thirties.
Hell no. Hahaha

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write that we can all relate to my friend. I’m happy where I am, don’t wanna go back in time. lol. Nicely done. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

You have touched upon a very important topic with your beautiful and meaningful poem, dear Fià. Unfortunately, our Western society is obsessed with a cult of youth. In other cultures, by contrast, older people are more likely to be associated with wisdom and life experience. Fortunately, the ‘army’ of women who are not buying into this youth cult based on outward appearances is growing larger and larger. We only age in years, but we mature in terms of our life experience and our wisdom; our faces reflect the beauty of a life well-lived.
​Here’s to us older women!

My sister casually announces she’s fat from time to time and she’s smaller than me. Throws the brain when someone declares themselves to be in a deficit but they still have more than you. I find it funny that I’m actually more content with my aging than I was in my youth. Guess it’s what we take from the life we live. Good write, Fia

Damn girl this is edgy. Love it.

Hey Fia! Thanks chica!
I was in my feelzzz. Hahaha
Hey have a great day!

Take no prisoners!!! Forget fruits and veggies, bring me pizza and the finest wine!!! ha-ha-ha I’ll expose my kitty from the top of the white house and enjoy every second of it!!! You say stop, use caution? I say gun the motor and rip down the road….lol Grab the apples off the tree of life….I’ll eat every one….She’s ours lads and no one’s left to tell. ha-ha-ha.

hello beautiful Adelphina I can feel your fire here lovely lady…you are lovely no matter what light you’re bringing but this is really you ❤️

Is someone just a little fired up? Kinda crazy we are doing this while watching each other on facetime. LOL. I keep sneaking peeks at ya! I can’t think of anything to say, just things to do!
We are way too goofy. But I love it.
Anyway hotstuff, what a fuego write! I’m in a devouring mood!
April 29th!

(I have to tighten up the headboard before you get back. We are killing it! What!)

Hell yeah, girl! Get it! 🔥
❤️k

Powerfully penned, Adel. Excellent write with a lot of fire my friend. Amazing flow with a lyrical vibe, makes sense being you’re listening to music. I know I’m not alone now, I write while listening to music as well. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

Damian

Talk about a cataclysmic write! I bet this was fun to capture! 🙌

Dear A,

Chaos in color. Sounds like my closet and then my brain. But mostly my closet. My brain is largely grey matter. I’m off topic hang on…I’m back- I’m a fucking carnivore too! Shred it sister. I really dug this because it is edgy and it is raw. And it makes me want to ditch convention and just be feisty. Fabulous.
Just fabulous. H 🌷

Vivid and sharp.

I’m with you dearest Tim I hate death, the look of it, the feelings it brings the unfairness, I was watching a nature program about a grizzly cub and it’s mom she led him high into the snowy mountains but the incline was too steep for the cub he tried so many times to follow her just to land on the rocks below to die it made me cry it was unfair… great write ❤️

This is deep.
Death is unfair and painful for loved ones. It absolutely feels unfinished.
Great perspective Tim.

Powerfully penned, Tim. Another great write my friend. We all fear death. Appreciate you.

Damian

This feels tender in its grief. The simplicity makes the hurt more real.

Wow my friend! This is a punchy and powerful view of death. Yes the unfinished business both between people and creatively that death leaves incomplete. If only we could have more time to finish our lives and do the things we set out to. And then there are the interpersonal relationships with unfinished business. Old wounded things that were never healed or forgiven between people. I know so well what your poem speaks of. You take the most important thing in life death and put it into a concise form that explores the crucial facets of death with great poetry.

John