Monday, December 08, 2014

The Awakening

The bubble must burst;
inevitably; irrevocably!

I only ask that it leaves...
A lasting hue
staining my senses;
A soft buzz,
to quieten my fears
a tiny spark,
that sets my soul ablaze!

Time for tea? Time for two!

Lone lunches have never been uncommon or unpleasant. Even when work has kept your nose to the grindstone all through the morn, if you just...