Sometimes, living the way we live or maybe just being who we are, dulls our minds. Speeds them up to the point where the world is only a blur of thought. Faces slip in and out of that maelstrom, days blink on and off, years spiral by... I know why and how this happens.
I came across two pieces today that spurred me to write a little piece on the protests in Montreal. One was a Sun News report, simply because I know Ms. Phillips and wondered what she had to say on the matter through the lens of the right, while the other was a comment made by...
I gathered her hair and ran the brush underneath it in the final stroke so the cold plastic back caressed her neck and a shiver shot through her...
"We learned more from a three minute record baby, than we ever learned in school..."
Happy tunes, cause I'm happy :)
A revelatory examination of the most significant demographic shift since the baby boom: people who live alone. I like to call us people who don't settle and are happy because of it!
A wonderful discussion on acting, writing, what really matters in life, and the nuances of portraying humanity in art.
...her mouth soft like tulips around me...
A little sunset muic from SLM. Maybe you've heard of some...
I pierce a small piece of mango from our shared plate and lift it, dripping with honey, to her mouth. A kiss of another sort. A culinary kiss. And as with any good kiss, when it’s over, I miss it.