2 AM. Bus ride. Staring out of the window. Frilled socks. Crowds. Getting lost. Remembering names. Hugs. Zumba. Not doing it. Walks. More walks. Special mentions and embarrassments. Out of the gate. Camera selfies. Bored. Started running. Started running faster.
Droplets trickle down our skin, Cleanse our weary souls within It was a long ride; the road turned slippery wet after a full day with the blue sky. The sun caved in. It’s time for the clouds to pour out
We’re coming out to meet you. In a few hours time, two aged sisters will finally see each other’s faces again. The long, hard days of loneliness will be broken by the calling out of familiar names by the home’s
There are those who are always crowded and those left alone Quiet corners waiting for an intimate company like a conversation done in whispers I wonder why I still feel alone when I am here with you? Would it be
We are like the sands on the shore Constantly pulled and pushed by the tides of the sea. We hold hands as we are gobbled by the wave. Riding through the earth’s navel In a liquid hurricane. We embraced and
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