When do you love me again, Since I drove back from the desert Dragged myself into this city Soaked under the rain Would you love me again Since I have met you Separated from my sins Escaping from the abyss Longing to be Lovable again Would you love me again In the light of your shine At the tiniest secret of the world In the smell of your cigar Mixed with your odor your hair worn under the hat Reminds me one thing

There is one particular dream he kept seeing in distress. A week ago, he dreamt the same scene. The last this happened, he was making himself very miserable in a relationship. He knew that this is the signal to clean up the mess inside outside. He had an idea how…

This morning welcomes the smell of coffee. She recently read an article about the health benefits of regular coffee drinking such as protecting from vascular disease and decreasing the risk of depression. It was interesting to learn that there are coffee substitutes in the nature where you feel the similar…

This is a White Castle, bricks made of wood blocks. Its color is white only because for children if they want to paint them. In this castle, only little children live. They have a common meeting hall behind the entrance door. Please welcome in, the kids are dancing for you…

We gathered around the fireplace, all were listening to the sound of crackling wood. Burning from core to the peripheral branches. The smoke is adorable only if you are distant. Three of us were staring the fire dance, elonging from red to orange, yellow to black. Three women are sitting…

The tour starts at 1045 am. It is the sweet time to have a breakfast together. Walking along the river that has a vanishing point at the skyscraper on the right and a lighthouse on the left. She has been watching the lighthouse minutes after waking up. It is similar…

Kids are getting prepared to have a party this year. It is warm inside the hospital. The story is in between us: Alice, Wonder and Ocean. Alice: My name is Alice. I have sickle cell disease. My bones hurt. It hurts when I am studying for exams, or in rehearsal…

We colored the walls of this room with purple and orange The wall shelf full of my toys I put the sparkling powder with lavender oil There is also a window that I can look behind This is not mine, this is not me I am looking through the window Watching the snow sweeping the dust Shining with the sun rays Pouring from the attics of the buildings The birds are nesting over the tree Kids are ice skating on the frozen lake

I was hoping to see you, the girl said. At one point of her life she chased people and kept inviting to her life. Then it stopped. She has been content with herself and people can move into her life up to a point. Some says this is growth. We…