“Writing is hard. Not as hard as not writing.
Not writing is torturous, bloody, chaotic and a gruesome winless battle.
A writer who writes, knows peace, lives connected to truth.
Not writing is ache, betrayal, death of the soul and imagination.”
I imagine how drag queens feel. Pulling the hair back. Plastered faces, drawn eyebrows, lips – glitter.
Put on the mask, dazzle the show, *smile*, wave, blow kisses and wash it all off until a barren face looks back.
Empty again.
New canvas to paint afresh. Put on a pearl earring.
I wish you enough,
Wεทchƴ¸.¸. ҉¨
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Funny, how a lonely day
Can make a person say
What good is my life
Funny, how a breaking heart
Can make me start to say
What good is my life
Funny, how I often seem
To think I’ll find another dream
In my life
Till I look around and see
This great big world is part of me
And my life
This is my life, today, tomorrow
Love will come and find me
But that’s the way that I was born to be
This is me, this is me
This is my life and I don’t
Give a damn for lost emotions
I’ve such a lot of love, I’ve got to give
Let me live, let me live
Sometime when I feel afraid
I think of what a mess I’ve made
Of my life
Crying over my mistakes
Forgetting all the breaks I’ve had
In my life
I was put on earth to be
A part of this great world is me
And my life
Guess I’ll just add up the score
And count the things I’m grateful for
In my life
This is my life, today, tomorrow
Love will come and find me
But that’s the way that I was born to be
This is me, this is me
This is my life and I don’t
Give a damn for lost emotions
I’ve such a lot of love, I’ve got to give
Let me live, let me live
This is my life
– (Shirley Bassey sings my favourite)
Nocturnal Wenchy 
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