Of all the themes I have written on, LOVE is one that is continuously recurring. There is this one post on SELF LOVE, some two other poems, LOVE RULES and LOVE GOD, LOVE PEOPLE.

My life is just surrounded by love in different forms and looks.
The other day, just when I thought that love had left me one more time to myself, after our long walks and comforting moments, I had my mind and heart flooded with pictures of 'love'

Oh how I had my mind filled with wondrous imaginations of what love looked like and how it was in the past. My daydreams were often clouded with thoughts of how my life would never see love anymore and how my life would be one long cold night.

I remember the first time I fried pancakes, it was at about 4am, I think. Team late night chef.
Where's all my late night chefs? hehe.
Aside from the fact that I just prefer cooking at night, I made them that early because I didn't think I could stand the embarrassment of having other people see the 'thing' I was making; since I share a kitchen with a couple of other peeps.
I honestly do not regret cooking that early having that I threw out about half of what I made because it just wasn't edible. It was burnt yet not cooked.

Hello there!!!!!! What's up! Happy New Month.
I know that it is late but well, I think it still counts. Hehe
If we're paddies on FACEBOOK, you probably knew I was going to write on this, if not, what are you waiting for? Oya join the fam!

Time to get serious.
Looking back can be one hell of a scary experience. Lot's wife has a story to tell about that.

Heartbeats skipping is the new norm.
Here I stand face to face with reality.
The smoke screen of my illusions all gone.
The scales that once covered my eyes lay there on the floor to my left.
Every 'right' turn eventually led south and my Wernicke's lesioned.
For though my words line up as a legion, they make no sense and I know not.

and umm, no I don't have this much clothes or nah ;)