Ghost Pianist Skeleton finger's play. On ivory so fine. Night turns into day. She hasn't much time. The sun rises up. Her ghostly form begins to fade. She sits up . Trying to finish the tune she's played. Soft notes echoing. Skeleton fingers play. On ivory so fine. Whilst night turns into day.

Never stop believing in yourself

Never forget who you are. You are your own person and are special in your own unique way. Let no one tell you otherwise .

Dear Men Next time you can get back into the kitchen and make your own sandwich

Use things not people