A re di fefere le Tilo ngwana Rashaka. Ashes to Ashes back on etv for second season. Expected to return on our small screens in March 2016. Perhaps it is safe to note that the second season of. This because a picture of him with some.

And what then he to me? I an apeman one day soon will seem to be. To those who, after us, look back from Mars. And they, in turn, mere beasts will seem. To those who reach the stars;. So apemen all, in cave, in frail tract-house,. On Moon, Red Planet, or some other place;. Yet similar dream, same heart, same soul,.

A Journey into the Story of Life. You Wild Animal, You! July 22, 2015.

Of Scripted Shadows and Painted Words. I have a whole bunch of words in my head, and sometimes they create things. I promise to never impact. That only affects your life and not mine. I promise that I will always. Know exactly how you like your favourite hot drink. I promise to never speak ill of your friends. Even if you do it yourself. To know my place in your life. And never give you less than you deserve.

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Graphic Design by Diane Wilson. Pillowing clouds fill the night sky. Back lit by the glow of the harvest moon. Their edges bright as if on fire. Like scales on a celestial serpent. The great sky dragon slowly drifts away. Once again the moon cast out its light. Kissing the land with illumination. Stars too begin to twinkle and play. One shot across the horizon and disappeared. As if to run and hide.

That girl you can most likely relate to. Just trying to help someone feel less alone. About myself and this blog. When my pup wakes me up with kisses then lies next to me for our post wake up nap. Being curled up in bed eating Ben and Jerrys watching my best friend do her make up. Weekly phone calls from Amsterdam. The sound of my sweethearts heartbeat.

Under the blanket of stars,. The lullabies of longing,. Puts us gently to sleep. With all the time between your thumb and index finger. To take gentle strolls into the hidden stories. Of stolen kisses in the market. And like a thirsty traveller,.

Letter To My 16 years Old Self. In my head I started drafting a letter to my sixteen year old self too. Eventually all traces of sleep are gone and I wake up to put pen to paper it has been over a year since I wrote anything and a few weeks back what I thought would actually inspire me back to writing is not it now. On this day two months from today you will be 30. Just yesterday you were 16.