I Go To Seek A Great Perhaps. Under the enchanted stars,. In the middle of the night. I asked her why? Why was she hesitant of falling in love? She looked up,. Fresh tears scintillating in her ocean blue eyes,. She said to my surprise,. And in that moment, I had a chill in my bone,. I wanted her to know.

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Aaaaaawwwww now there goes my babe winning me all over again as usual. thank you so so much motho wame. im in class now but this I shall reply. I love you so much babe. I feel like I wrote this, I share the idea, I love the humour. Originally posted on The Waiting. My office is like your office. We were talking about The Dress on Friday.

Life Under The Blazing Sun. Then my next thought was to shriek because the first thought had scared the shit out of me so instead I asked for my Mommy , in a frail voice. I still could not see her. You bet I am , trying to hide my scared-as-shit tone and replacing it with a you-woke-me-up-so-early-on-a-frigging-Sunday tone. Will you give me a hand? After all of my useless observations, I finally said, You bet I will.

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My complexion is not perfect, my teeth are not gleaming white; my hair is bottled blonde, but I can rock out to the Beatles, morning noon and night. My belly is scarred with stretch marks, and a bit of saggy skin, but I have two beautiful children whom I carried from within.

Some photo stories and my general ramblings. Ever since that day, I made it a point, to look up. Every evening, on returning to the place which had become home, I would rush out to the balcony and check out the sky. Still, I kept going. I stopped expecting a red sky. I took what I got. If I was home in the evening and if the sky looked different, I took pictures of the same frame. Strangely, at times, it was a reflection of my mood.

I am not scared that I am not myself,. I am scared that I am,. A little too much,. Rusty frames of memories,. And worthless pieces of puzzle,. Unarranged, unwanted, unwilling,. Too dark for any amount of white,. To turn them into grey. I know of my demons,. Too powerful a dancer,. Running all around in my mind,. Giving a performance of a lifetime. Thoughts too unreasonable to say out loud,. Thank god i am too good at lying,. If only they could find,.

Instead of finding an escalator, I chose to become my own ladder. I have made it on my own. And, She Was Gone! August 25, 2016. Categories 10 things i hate about you. Earlier, moon was the only beautiful thing in my nights. Then you came in,. Now the nights be always beautiful.

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