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Pardon me. I’m tired, I’m stressed, and I merit every excuse for being emotional. I’m feeling too parochial to explore …
Pardon me. I’m tired, I’m stressed, and I merit every excuse for being emotional. I’m feeling too parochial to explore …
Galileo fell out of the sky when Sagittarius (you) and Capricorn (me) shed their place in the grand scheme of …
My hands fidget a lot and I make funny faces without realizing it and you could see in my eyes …
Twenty-five poems later it’s not yet over the concept of you is growing bigger by the day and you occupy …
“Certain thoughts are prayers. There are times when, whatever the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.” …
The last time I wanted this God, do You remember? I was so volatile and precarious it must have been …
We are sea, we are sky we are red butterfly hovering about the weeping sakura trees along a Hakone river …
whose mother’s father was a womanizer; whose Dad is supporting a second family behind her Mom’s back; and who is …
The secret to successfully pulling off coyness for a sustained period of time is the conviction that no matter what …
The other morning I appeared at the Estée Lauder building dressed like a million dollars acting as if every atom …