Keeping Your Head in the Game…
The playbook was written eons ago, actions determined before my birth, evolving over time with situations into this new age capsule that holds no promises of a joint tomorrow, nor any hope for fairy dust and tales
The playbook was written eons ago, actions determined before my birth, evolving over time with situations into this new age capsule that holds no promises of a joint tomorrow, nor any hope for fairy dust and tales
Dear Asamoah, It took me a day to gather the broken pieces of my heart, dip one shard into a bottle of black velvet ink, and write out this letter to you. Yes, you broke my heart yesterday in such an unusual way. It was more painful than I expected, and I am still bleeding […]
You left a trail of kisses on the chocolate sky of my back, please come back and claim them, as coupled with the salted break in my heart, those kisses are a little too heavy to bear. Please come back for your hugs of sugar as well, your morning hugs, your “just-called-to-hug-you-over-the-phone” hugs,
Tears stack upon fears, with one looming over it all, threatening to still my heart. Solitude and doubt reign supreme especially on days like these… I keep waiting for your call, it never comes. And it kills me. I play back your voicemail. And it kills me. Again and Again. Tears stack upon a back […]
A sliver of a whisper, dark ghost of a tale floated into being, directed at a broken cage to weigh down, perhaps, or to tarnish the glow of a new heart beating… Deja vu of a whisper, ancient but familiar… poised on a stage, an unknowing audience, an unsieved unit, to draw out a sparkle […]
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