MystOfTheHills

Loneliness - By George Fairhurst If it is said that the happy ones are the most miserable ones, does that reflect that the ones who seem miserable are the most happy? Or does it mean the openly unhappy people are those that are putting it on? These questions flutter like hawks around my mind as I try to decide where in my quest for happiness, I let loose the fibres that my principals went. Where was it that the ideas of decency and the ideas of making others happy went? Even as the answers for those cannot be found like lost secrets: more, thought provoking ideas to ponder on arrive like a flock of vultures to feast upon the desecrated remai

Regret - By George Fairhurst To talk of regret, disappointment, exclusion and loneliness with a deep longing is to talk the language of my mind. For months, deep failures have whirled around me like an onset to a storm. But like any storm, there is no predicting it. Reassurance by those best trusted by the foolish nature and soul I have inherited from somewhere kept the tsunami waves from appearing as they were, rather that they were far away. But fool I was to believe them, my old problems of longing for a person and hopes of being something I wasn't lead me from the path I had set myself to walk. Instead, I stumbled on footing