I want but I need an escape.

From me.

From the world

From life and its responsibilities.

I’m stretched

Welly, spent

My heart is torn

Hands tied.

Life is hard

I’m tired

I’m humbled

Tried and fumbled.

Two steps forward and trumble

Am I clumsy

Or, life is messy?

Am I always lacking

Or life has its own lengends in the making ?

I need but I want an escape

I’m spent

Shred

Not lazy, just need...

It started all like a chess game. He, white. Opening up with two steps in. Ready to advance, attack, or whatever. It was as if his mind wasn’t made up yet. The other hand, she was gentle. Soft, but firm. A patient woman, and true. She played her part well. Opening up where she felt-she could. Advancing her intention with much, much-thought.

Where is the man patiently in love? Messily advancing i...

Finally, she found love. After years of day dreaming, fantasising and writing about it. Finally my little girl has found a prince, a good man. A heavenly man.

She craved love like nothing we have all ever seen. “It’s there, somewhere out there.” She would say, starring out the window and with anticipation.

If there’s anything a heartbreak taught was, she was indeed capable for loving

Everything...

Silence is loud.

Silence is that quiet friend louder than clamour.

It will adress all the elephants in the room

Not only will silence mirror your life,

It will dissect your realities.

It can be a good friend,

But, absolutely a bad enemy.

You can’t avoid it.

You can not silence silence

You can not mask the deficiencies of company with silence.

Although, silence is a friend more than an enemy.

T...

She looked at him. The way he spoke without much care in the world. The way he stared into her soul. Searching… like his searching for something he lost-in her. Love maybe ?? Could this be truly a confirmation, a nod to our love. Would this mean, finally he admits to himself-that, maybe, perhaps, he feels the same ?

With hesitation, she moved closer to him. Watching the movement of his lips as th...

On this path of mist and dew.

Walking barefoot home anew.

It’s cold. I’m cold.

But-I’m bold,

So I walk home,

In the mist- alone.

Healed by dew.

Clear site in the mist....