Entry: You Friday, May 08, 2015



Your lunchtime is my bedtime. Bizarre. What is this life we are toying around with? Not a game. Not what we expected. It is twilight-zone-ish at times. But it is all we needed it to be. Our beautiful selves and our beautiful little home created in our hearts, brains and veins. We shall lie down and talk under the stars. They are inspirational.

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