the long walk home 

it’s been long since you’ve gone
and yet there’s a corner in my heart that still waits
it’s not, i think waiting for you to return but for me to be me once again
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the fairy tale in us

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if you are the moon
then there’s much of me you’ve never known
am wild or at least I’d like to think so
and often found a little off the stage
there no frame that can hold my gaze
am the dot that’s often erased

If you are the sun
then am afraid i come out only at dusk
often when the winds blow harsh
I can be seen singing from the trees
laughing at the breeze

If you ask around they wouldn’t know
where to send you any more
I live mostly in my mind
and sometimes in the wasteland you call home

ode to a sunset wrapped in a desert sarong

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thank you for all the laughter and a million memories strong
nothing recedes without leaving behind…
an echo, a silhouette, an imagined warmth
with you, I’ve discovered time and tide come back for second chances
may they find me just a little wiser and a little happier
and a traveller for many a miles long
and should you call, I will play along
this time, for the love and the echoes of the song.

à la folie…

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octobers my favorite color, as is to swim in waters blue…more so in depths of grey
wrapped in delicious ambiguity of an ordinary life, with not so ordinary expectations
myriad highs and lows of feelings tenacious, but caught in their estranged
stronghold
cavorting smiles and fleeting glances, all lost in endless romances decadently
so
donuts, cafe, midnight flea markets, infusion of colors in scarves
gay
imaginary friends and a reel world, a canvas so vast, it holds all my madness at home

maybe.