So much that sometimes it hurts...
But who cares right...?
Is the game of the mouse, the cat, and the dog...
Me being the mouse...
Guess what? The mouse
For being little is faster
Hides better and perhaps
It is the smarter one...
Maybe equiped with better survirvor skills...?!
Don't mind. It is not about you
This time it is about me. I still care though...but
I need to care more about me.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
The Butterfly and The Flower - Nature Romance
She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning...

-
I am done with the drama people that run around the world pretending to be who they are not... I am done with the emotional needy... eve...
-
There is a star in the sky that is only mine... it look down at me and smiles and says: hey girl, how was your day? and I say, just fine!...
-
The woman in the mountain paused to pay attention to a foreigner. He did stop to ask for water and then he stayed...for a little while. Now ...
No comments:
Post a Comment