In the comfort of my own zone If only you knew the number of times a wave of emotions boiled within me, and I shooed them away with the wind… Perhaps it is just that time of the month… And should they come back I will blame them on PMS… Not ready to admit that …
Category Archives: Soft and mellow
You get you(know yourself)
In a world where there are more judges than lovers, soft and mellow souls like you and I are often left to fight battles alone. The battle to just be authentic, real and just be. Remember beloved, we aren’t weak for the times a tiny word seems to break us down… It’s just a reminder …
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Once upon a delicate time
Once upon a delicate time… a tiny seed fell in between the cracks at dawn A seed grew without light or raindrops… Deep below the surface hidden from my reach should I try to trim it, tame, or yank it out… And then…late last night I laughed tickled by the nostalgia of it all… I …
Pockets full…
Have you too become used to people coming and going? On their way out, do you too stop them just to fill their pockets with love? Ah ok.
But what happened? he asked
I took the time to translate a whole piece of pure art one of my favorite poems, a love song. Anyone who knows art knows that a poem translated from its original language loses its true form… So I made it my mission to sweat it until my translation of the piece was close to …
A glimpse of his softness
In laughter, he would let himself go and laugh and giggle yes I said giggle. Beautiful laughter like the way a child laughs when tickled. Then suddenly something changes his composure changes all serious and tensed; he looks at me to check if how I look at him changed by what he had just revealed; …
You won’t get a “maybe” from me
I have come across the right people in the wrong time… they were wiser, self-aware secure humans, and I a clueless hopeless giant risk-taking marshmallow of a woman. And even when I was less mind grown I have always been mindful of my presence. The load of my emotions the force in my passion, always …
Not a wrecking ball
I guess my ultimate goal in LoVE is to wrap myself around another soul. And for him not to turn into a thorn bush lava. And should he turn, I want to be able to move along without suffering severe destruction. I am no wrecking ball, but I am a woman under construction.
