Misc Chaos


Searching for my bliss-all around me and inside. Bliss looks like a beautiful sunrise, it smells like sunshine and fresh-baked cookies. Bliss feels like a cool drink after a long run, the sunshine warming skin after a brisk walk in the winter. The voices in my head say life is hard, I have to be tough and unfeeling. Don’t get too close. Letting them go a little bit more everyday. They whisper to me instead of shout. I feel my bliss when I am walking my dogs outside, when Mr. B shares a hug with me, when I am baking yummies for others (and myself). Beautiful Bliss…


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