Tuesday, September 28, 2010


I sold it to a stranger
My promise to you
I sold it to a stranger and made some money
Even though I lost a few

I remember the days when sadness turned to laughter
when coffee was not just a drink
when a cheap egg sandwich used to fill hunger
and the days when a look from my eyes meant passion

I raise my glass and drink for days
days that have passed and
days that are yet to come

I have touched the moon on a full moon night
and from there

I will shine.

Everlast - Watch Me Shine

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Today is different.... A Short Story

"I hate myself without you," he says, holding the phone between his right shoulder and ear while he lights a cigarette. "I'm tired of running, and I'm just so tired of pretending!"

He put down the phone and stared at the breathtaking view from his hotel room window. A morning shower was due, and probably a cup of Egyptian tea. He's been craving that for a while, a feel of home.
Travelling around and participating in art galleries here and there has been a blast for him, overwhelming. But something was missing.

HE knew he would regret that call, he knew he shouldn't expect any response to the 18 messages he left on her answering machine throughout his tour; but today was different.

Today is always different.

Lenny Kravitz - Stillness of Heart