“She wanted love, true love, pure and kind and untouched. The kind that wasn’t ruined by the chaos of the world” – r.m.drake
I’ve had a little too much. If there is such a thing.
I made a friend at a shop.
“Now let silence speak. As than begins, we will start out.” – Rumi
Every Winter, no matter how mild the Winter, there’s this anticipation.
An evening spent with two friends.
Both of whom respect me, accept me, and love me.
True, the weather’s getting colder.
True, the sun is setting sooner.
Perhaps not the most logical of things to put together.
Sometimes all you need is to throw on a dress,
grab a tea,
and go for a walk with a friend.
And hug your troubles away.
That helps.
*Hugs*
I used to hate the phone. I hated it because you couldn’t see the person when you talked to them.
I love those moments when you sit – coffee shop, park, whatever – and a silence falls.
People fear silence, but I love it. There’s a silence that happens when there is comfort. There’s a silence that happens when you sit with someone – friend or lover – and neither of you feels the need to speak but can instead sit there in each others presence.
That is the best. But now texting has come. And I text a lot. A lot. And I miss the phone. I find myself missing the call and talking to someone. Hearing their voice and hearing the silence. Texting is even further away from that elusive presence sitting.
So call me. Don’t text. Don’t ever text.




















