letters make words....

...and words is what I seem to have in plenty; but seem not to be able to write.
Why has the ink in my pen run dry?

Strange things have been happening in my life. One door closes and almost simultaneously another opens... The end of one era only serves to mark the beginning of another.

And still people do not believe there is a supreme being watching over us. We use silly words like fate and destiny, to hide the fear we have that we are not really in control.

Today i put on the mask again. todya I wrote on this blog!!