Dearest I cannot Loiter here.

When the wave of change arrives at your doorstep. It doesnt knock, it sings…

Eveille mon ame

There is no greater pleasure than a hot cup of cofee & a dimly lit cigarette

too many cigarettes are a result of a too good conversation.

Oh and that’s Kerouac, my hero

Make known we are all mortal and fragile. I just have to admit im blessed to exist to see this girl with my own eyes. True beauty.

Everything i want to say has been said, by better men with more to say.                 

I constantly seek congratulations before i even began action, Cause missing reactions.

I do but ask that you be always fair.

What lips my lips have kissed shall kiss no more. Every goodbye permanent, but I permit my memory to recall; for the vision of you was true.

This coming from a liar, but i’d never lie to you.

Your colour, your features, your perfume, your everything.

But when this cigarette is ended, i shall make an attempt to forget you. once and for all.

The words not ever, and the smiles not yet.

I only know that a song sang in me that in me sings no more.

In a garden. On a stormy moor. On a dirt road. There will still be music like this for anxious ears like these…