We’ve been together for so long, and the time’s been excellent in weaving cliffhangers. Shall we think about those someday?
A poetry version of the common phrase- Love is in the air- (Maybe, like microbes that lead to epidemics!)
The ideals to your notions of the ‘perfect self’ won’t set you free with your little desires.
They did this to you, for just one good thing.
Maybe I seem to be perfectly alright.
But, in the end, the word ‘maybe’ has hopped in with an undesirable emphasis along.
Back to blogging. Back to life. Back to self