I tipped the porter then stood at the balcony staring at the ocean now a sinister shade of blue, almost black. The sun had only just set behind the flat line of the horizon dotted with boats drifting home. I saw this message when I was coming from the gym, endorphins thumping in my ear. Why Are We Rushing? Enter your email address to subscribe. Why Are We Rushing? Instagram has returned invalid data.

ANOTHER ONE WITH LOVE! Picture Credit -Edwinkuria. Faith dashed into the room a second later the same terror written all over her usually brown, now pink, face. Sharing a quick knowing glance with Jackline, she walked over to the sleeping man and began shaking the sleep out of him. Where are the keys? Faith demanded, shaking and slapping the limp, half naked, man on the face. PART 2 COMING SOON! .

I Laughed When I Died. C I laughed when I died. Because lying is too mainstream.

To Anthea, who may Command him Anything BY ROBERT HERRICK. Bid me to live, and I will live. Thy protestant to be;. Or bid me love, and I will give. A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind,. A heart as sound and free,. As in the whole world thou canst find,. Bid that heart stay, and it will stay,. To honour thy decree;. Or bid it languish quite away,. Bid me to weep, and I will weep,. The very eyes of me;.