You seem to always leave me wanting more,
As I watch you walking out that door.
I find, around you, my heart starts to race.
snailish as it is; I really like this pace.
Testing the waters with each individual toe,
Keeping things, light, even, and slow.
I feel it's building a friendship I can trust.
Also forming deep inside.........a lust!
A desire to be close to you;
So as my heart raced, you'd feel it too!
To be as we where in my dream;
That's long off tho, or so it would seem.
And as I sit here wondering how you are,
I think to myself, "I like everything about you thus far.........."

You were born in a first class hospital, I was delivered at home, we both survived.
You went to a private primary school and I went to a public school, we both ended in the same high school.
You woke up from the bed and I woke from the floor, we both had a peaceful night rest.
Your outfits are all expensive, mine are all simple and cheap, we both still cover our nakedness.
You ate fried rice and roasted chicken, I ate local made food but we both still ate to our satisfaction.
You ride on Lexus jeep, Range Rover, G Wagon, Hummer Jeep and I use public transport but we still got to our various destination.
You may be reading this post from your Sony xperia, BB Z10, Q10, Samsung Galaxy 6edge, IPhone6+ and I typed it with my Touch one broken screen, we still see the message.
Lifestyle is not a competition and there are different ways to get a lot of things done, different lanes all leading to the same destination. Just because your neighbour is doing things faster does not mean you are failing.
Happiness doesn't come from having everything, but making the best out of what you have, it's all about how you see yourself.
Happiness is not having what you like. Happiness is liking what you have and being content

I am ready
It is now
I've waited and worried
I don't know how

How I know

But I trust my gut
Lift my head
And raise my foot

The step that I have longed to take
Is finally here

I am awake

In the beginning it was shaking,
Butterflies so bad they all came up.
And first kisses.
And naivety.

The shaking never went away,
But soon it was all begging.
Come home.
I need you.
I miss you.

Then it was drunk phone calls while driving at night,
Love confessions.
No responses.

Now its fantasies.
And teasing.
And reminiscing about how the only reason we ever were
Were our self-destructive tendencies.
Bad habits.

But I’m better now,
And you are too, right?
I haven’t been able to write
Since I last drew blood from my body,
I guess that’s a little concerning.

Silence echoes round her
Making her tinnitus audible.
It smacked at walls,
A flat,
B sharp.
Chiming.
Chiming.
The little girl next door had a throat infection.
She was in the choir,
Singing for the night.