Reading her letters over and over again, like a sweet drug that slurs the senses. Slur. Like a slippery stairwell you slide from one happy thought to the other, of how your lives, now one, were meant to be. And so you slip away into the dim shadows, faster. Intoxicating reverie and the bliss that never ends ended so suddenly when you hit the bottom of the well where the water quenched the fire and all that was left for you as an inheritance from this pit of hell is a word. Numb.

So you scream to heaven the mistake. It cannot, couldn't be such an original fake. What everyone told you was a lie, it has to be, it must be. And the truth, your truth is her. Her smiles, her laughter, her joy and her tears - they are the reality. She is pure she is holy, only maligned by demon schemes and mockery. Your faith in her virtue shall remain as you refute the evil lies with disdain any who dare profane the sweet name of ...

Yet the seed of doubt, a fracture, sown, weakens resolve with the hint of treachery and crushes love with a question mark.

Two walks to remember:
'neath the leafy canopy where the motes, like my dreams, swirl and dance - and along the runway, where my hopes soar on metallic wings. Pure serenity.

One friday ritual to look forward to:
a good book in the wonderful aroma of beans on a lazy friday evening in the company of a soulmate. Drink deep of Iced Mocha and tempt myself with Java Chip. All in venti, nothing less, safe in the haven of weekly rest.

to a very good buddy of mine:
Trust your heart deep down inside. You know more about that person than most people. We are all looking for affection and maybe both of you have found it. So ends the nomadic life and perhaps the beginning of settlement. Rumours are just that: unproven and superficial. Act on evidence only but be forever sensitive to what your heart is telling you. Quarrels and miscommunications and misinterpretations are inevitable, sure signs that things have gone to a deeper level. don't da jing xiao guai. smiles.