Interestingly, being weak on something doesn’t mean you’re not strong. It is just for that one thing that we have to learn from.

There’s definitely a lot of truth in this, but also everything in moderation. Becoming fixated on things won’t make you better, just neurotic.

Nice writing Daniel.

Thinking is the root cause of all our suffering…. we can’t stop thinking but we can stop long enough to watch the mind.

I like this. The wizbit made me remember Mork and Mindy.

I enjoyed this science fiction story

Phenomenally penned, Sam. Great write, fantastic imagery my friend. Welcome to Stars Rite. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fantastic, Samuel.

Thanks, Thomas.

Well, I would say you have outdone yourself, Sam — but obviously, you haven’t. A good bit of fun, though. Worthy of a series? Only 14,089 more chapters and you’d have a book, one that would fit in one of those tiny saucers. Keep up the good work, Sam.

Thanks. I’m working on chapter II right now–Dogbik confronts a gas pump and says “take me to your leader”

Yes, they do, and it’s a marvelous thing when it happens. For me, “forced writing” usually fails, so I really love it words which seem to have lived inside come flowing out. You describe the experience well.

That is so true. You summed up my thoughts on how things just come out of nowhere,

Right now, the words are not coming for me, but I will read and comment till they come back. I like this

Me and my drum?

“You’re on my mind like a song on the radio.” Nice one Green.

Hi again, Lady Green 🌺

One most important aspect of relationships, I’ve learned, is: whether it’s a wedded, loving, caring, and/or friendship that’s merely casual, etc; is that they come with no guarantee, whatsoever.
I’ve always subscribed to the notion that the more one puts into anything, the greater chance of succeeding.
But, and this is a big “BUT” … after stubbing enough toes, weathering too many heartaches, etc; it all too often becomes more and more arduous to offer all of one’s self so freely and hopefully. We tend to become a bit discouraged, reluctant, and weary of who, why, and when we do.

“Still,” our need to care, love, and give, to be cared for, to be loved, and given to keep us continually revived, and we persevere … albeit, a bit wiser from each “promised” broken vow.

Yes, I, too, believe when you say, “I care,” it’s a promise, and a promise is a promise, after all, until you wear out don’t anymore.
Beautiful Free Versing, Green … got me t’thinkin’, and love it! ⁓ Rascal🖌