The Word Cloud

I am officially a blog-aholic; but never mind - it's good for the soul.

After much deliberation and self reflection, I have come to the conclusion that for now I will take pleasure in the little things.

Things like sitting in my bright conservatory watching Keeping up Appearances and knowing we're having chicken later make me very happy. I like thinking about things like how I'll look in ten years and whether flowers can sing and what colour a smurf would go if you choked it.

:)

Psychic Dreamer was lonely, so she dreamed herself a rainbow. It was the most beautiful rainbow she had ever seen. It had the bluest eyes and the reddest lips and it shimmered violet, orange and yellow in the palm of her hand.

She loved her rainbow and carried it everywhere that she went, stroking it gently and whispering her secrets into its tiny ears.

The trouble was, everyone else loved her gentle rainbow too and wanted to touch it and hear it sing as they whispered all their hopes and fears into those wise old ears.

Psychic Dreamer grew angry and jealous and she decided that no-one else should see her beautiful rainbow anymore. So she built a cage and coaxed the rainbow in with promises of gold. Then she draped a heavy cloth made from her darkest thoughts over the cage. She took a long wooden pole and hung the cage high up in the dense part of the forest where the leaves grew in a tangle of olive green and where no-one, not even the sunlight could go.

The rainbow was cold up there and shivered as it lost the warmth of the sun. Then it began to fade into the shadows until the wind came, lifted the cloth, and blew the sad little rainbow away.

Now Psychic Dreamer is lonely again and not even the sun or the wind are her friends.