Afternoon rendezvous (haiku)

she discreetly slips through
the door. No explanations
except her secret smile

#nowplaying: Emeli Sandé - Next To Me

"you will find him, you'll find him next to me"




You won't find him drinking under tables


Rolling dice or staying out til 3

You won't ever find him be unfaithful

You will find him, you'll find him next to me



You won't find him tryna to change the devil

For money, fame, for power, out of greed

You won't ever find him where the rest go

You will find him, you'll find him next to me



Next to me - wooh hooo

Next to me - wooh hooo

Next to me - wooh hooo

You will find him, you'll find him next to me



When the money's spent and all my friends have vanished

And I can't seem to find no help or love for free

I know there's no need for me to panic

'Cause I'll find him, I'll find him next to me



When the skies are grey and all the doors are closing

And the rising pressure makes it hard to breathe

When all I need's a hand to stop the tears from falling

I will find him, I'll find him next to me



Next to me - wooh hooo

Next to me - wooh hooo

Next to me - wooh hooo

I will find him, I'll find him next to me



When the end has come and buildings falling down fast

When we've spoilt the land and dried up all the sea

When everyone has lost their heads around us

You will find him, you'll find him next to me



Next to me - wooh hooo

Next to me - wooh hooo

Next to me - wooh hooo

You will find him, you'll find him next to me



Next to me - wooh hooo

Next to me - wooh hooo

Next to me - wooh hooo

You will find him you'll find him next to me

Hello May,

It's been a while, I'm not who I was before ...


You look surprised,

We spend January walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives ... not looking for flaws, but for potential.


~Ellen Goodman

No shame here. and no apologies. not one.

The only genuine love worthy of a name is unconditional.
~John Powell

I have a date with John Legend tonight ...... hmmmmm "everybody knows, but nobody really knows"

I will be there (SCCREAAAAAAMS)

We gazed in each others eyes
leaned in and tasted each others' souls
as we french kissed under the full moon

Took this love for granted. Kept my feelings underground. Should have watered what I planted. Should have known what I have found. I'm not used to being lonely I don't like the way it sounds. You're the only one I know Who don't turn me upside-down

#nowplaying: Wale ft Marsha Ambrosius

"...every day that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary"




LOVE! Maybe it's because I came across one of my diaries from High School and I still catch myself writing in one now ... Nothing like looking back to see how much you've changed and how you've opened up to life's possibilities.

Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?

Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you, you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.

~The Village

#nowPlaying: John Legend, She don't have to know

I suspect that I might have had an outer body experience and shouldn’t be held responsible for any actions I was obviously possessed by a lunatic.

I love you, old friend.

I haven’t talked to you in a while.

Even in the midst of family emergencies, sickness and other unimaginable worries

I manage to miss you.

When I should be enveloped in these serious matters, your face creeps into my thoughts.

a twisting in my stomach, a sharp tickle that stabs.

a nag on my heart strings/harping on heart things…

The blink after a tear drops is full of “where are you?”

And

"why don’t you care about me?"

In your loneliness you’ve started infecting others with your same sadness.

A call could heal us all.

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