Unwilling to descry. A little hesitant to love. What a felony. When a man becomes your first concern, when love becomes so powerful as it’s ever been. To know you, to understand you has been my greatest joy. If only I were a decade or two older I would have been the one privileged. And … More Patrick !
I sat with a girl today, she belongs to a tribe my mother say are ungrateful. Her actions were stellar dutiful to my mother’s thoughts ingrained in me. I sunk where I sat. I cannot go on for your words are the sharpest. They can put me into severity. So fierce your tongue I call … More Not tongue but a sword so fierce.
I got the instinct. I learned it. To write. That short moment, help me not stop!
I watched a few families leave. Few houses come over the knolls. A road less taken. To the little brook of our Grandparents’. I watched the children I grew up with walk on a trail road where the Millets met. The neighbhours wept. With the cards to play and some words to say. About how birthdays … More I wrote again.
The secret flowers of Fountain grass. By the beach. With a dog that waited for chicken bones as we sat by the shore. The distracting colourful skyline above the horizon. Two lovers sharing one Cornetto. We wait for the other cousins to join. Click a selfie or two and send them across to the favourites … More Purple secret flowers
There were times when I wanted the freedom of topless lorry drivers who drove on the roads. And of the flower sellers, whose life looked a lot more beautiful and simple. Writing notes and exams had made my life miserable or having been doing things I never liked would have made it that way. I … More 🙂
To look out at the night sky through the old fashioned windows has now, over the years become a habit to me. Be it to the morning daylight, or the afternoon blaze or to just gaze at from one star to the other in the beautiful night. It’s something I like, to push out the … More Lastly