Bright and beautiful morning it was, I could hear the birds tweet Today is gonna be a great day . What in the world 6. This was borne out of the fact that I grew up with the notion that keeping friends as a lady was somewhat unhealthy.

Girl prays boy likes her back. Pins are exchanged and the text-versations begin. The future is texting people! And what a catch he is.

Not sure if thats the correct thing to say but its how i feel.

Her hands shake as she raises the tumbler to her lips, arthritic hands bent in unnatural places. She wants to smack her lips when the glass is empty but she does not want to be. She wants you to know that she still cares about her 80 year old skin. The thing with waiting is not knowing. How much longer you need.

The vuvuzela of a slightly stable Nigerian female. On the 25th of December, you sat on my bed, we ate, you took movies and we made plans for the 31st. The universe sure deals us shockers. But really, how controlled can one get? I fee.

And a warm half heart. THE WATER OF YOUR WORDS. THE WATER OF YOUR WORDS. Words pushing against your mouth,. Like pus trying to find its way out a furuncle. Putrid, dank, heavy with unpleasantness. Like strokes of a horsewhip,. They fall upon back in whooshes,. Leaving welts, thick as summer slugs and blood worms. Heavy as an anvil, they strike,.

Nothing beats being in the right place, at the right time. There are few types of people in the world who would seek out the cities that sit on the sharp edges of machetes and grenade pins. It is for this reason he left the comfort of his home country, to this hot country burning with Sun and C4. A bomb goes off somewhere in the market. The force is so intense it shatters the window beside him. She notices him and stretches her arm.

I wonder if people who work on radio channels still exist. I want to be left in India for a month. With no nights, only fresh, early mornings. عسى في يوم تعرف فيه كبير قدرك.