Sigh. Much to my delusion, I thought I could actually keep up with all my interests, float among the social media sea, talk to my friends both in real time and far away and still have the ability to write a decent post more than every 2-3 days. Along with al he other things I… Continue reading Sacrifice something
Sure but not so sure
It was a Saturday, no Sunday, afternoon. A good breeze. enough clouds to make the sun feel like a friend instead of a foe upon your skin. I was glad of that, as there is a fine line in the summertime between being dewy and being sweaty. was hungry, he was willing to feed me.… Continue reading Sure but not so sure
Words that predict inadvertently
Back, way back, I crafted a little something that was partly me, part a tribute to someone else in a similar situation. That uneasy place was an age gap relationship. Some take to it easily, others do not. I'm part of the latter. Does not make me feel any "better" that he is good and… Continue reading Words that predict inadvertently
Stewing yet not stirred
The heat does not agree with me nor I, with it. I look up at the sky and I'm quite aware that the light I see is old, it traveled a long way to land on my skin. If only it was accompanied by some cheerful fluffy clouds, providing a dash of dappled relief as… Continue reading Stewing yet not stirred
Hazy, drowsy and all of such
He is busy, so he is not here for this sunset. He is elsewhere. Good. As I'm feeling lethargic and that I need to let going to sleep entirely too early be my friend, instead of my foe. I can ignore Mt hardened nipples, my thighs wishing for his hands to slide along their silken… Continue reading Hazy, drowsy and all of such
Are the stories told the true ones?
How honest are you about who you are and what you like? Do you lie when it will soothe an ego? Do you smash a heart into bits with the cudgel of an uncomfortable truth? With and within myself, it varies. I'm as open as a book but which book from my library did you… Continue reading Are the stories told the true ones?
A story of…love?
I could make it misty, whimsical, romantic, wistful or ethereal. Even an intellectual treatise. But no, let's get to it quickly, as the sun is sweetly setting on the horizon and it is always good for the soul to see the stars brightening as night deepens. When I was young young, I was puzzled over… Continue reading A story of…love?
Finding like souls
When I started meandering around looking for solace I'm these digital worlds of pain, pleasure, doubt, surety, sadness an happiness, I ran into thickets and and copses of people sharing how they felt. On everything including things that alarmed and sometimes scared me. As Time passes, so does what people experience and what they wish… Continue reading Finding like souls
Missed but passing by
The relentless rays of the sun have kept my mildly scowling and busy indoors, except for when I go outside way past sunset to stand under the trees and rest, breathing in the cooling stillness and wishing it to last more than the few fleeting hours it is upon me. (I sorta feel like one… Continue reading Missed but passing by
The night isn’t tender
It is silken and toothy. It throbs. It meanders or passes by all too quickly. It is distinctly itself, upon itself. I did something in the darkness he didn't expect. I pulled him close to me, placed my forehead into the amber crook of his neck and placed my left hand on his heart. I… Continue reading The night isn’t tender
1000 Sharp Pieces. My heart. Healed. 
