The Boss and I watched, The Host.
I have never been a fan of sci fi, simply because I cant relate to it, its too unrealistic...or is it??
This movie was powerful and moving.
This movie was powerful and moving.
I cried, a lot.
It poses the question in me,
"How do I show my daughter that true love does exist in real life, beyond the movies when she has never seen me in love?"
Made me want to write this blog.
I haven't blogged all summer...
Ive been running the trails and escaping to the wind and the sun with no inspiration to express my emotions or feelings, mainly because I have been numb to them.
But now I realise that I miss that part of me and I have some catching up to do. Will I?
I want my muse back.
Watching The Host and thinking about my life, made me feel like I'm a dying breed,
the last of the few that believe in loving someone worth dying for...
and living for...
even though I have been unable to prove it.
I lead by example,
therefore I feel like a failure.
