You are a shadow, a ghost, a whisper, a fantasy, a premonition, a hypothesis, white pages filled with theories and tales to hide the truth. You are time held at a pause, you are my five am, still dark waiting for the sun to come and shine and warm me up inside. I can see you, I can feel you, and I wait for you in silence. Let me help you find me, look into my eyes, take the fear away, feel me in your blood stream, help me find you. Posted in Writings and ramblings.

To LOVE and to be LOVED. How far is too far? April 21, 2012. Shakespeare a master of words and love? December 15, 2011. Photographs, letters, memories. Christmas being single, can it work? November 30, 2011. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

By Up In La La Land. The lyrics from a song shared by my partner and I. As we plan to move in together some time in the not too distant future it would be perfect for our first home decoration.

The journo suggests investing in a silk pillow cover to prevent moisture loss. Quick, get some of that alcoholic gel on them! 3 Drinking water through a st.

Posted by The Romantic Realists Daughter. Asymp; Leave a comment. This is just a brief pondering post on how I think feminism can belong to any culture. I dont think this was a comment intended to offend anyone, more a statement that highlights some of the hiccups the Western world has understanding the traditions and practices of the Eastern world.