It's Quadrille Monday over aat the dVerse Poets Pub. This week, it's The Happiness Project! *** They say it comes from within — happiness. Unless the within Is without. Where rainbows are gray music is lonely silence laughter is as unlikely as Chamicuro. Longing is non-existent when within is without love can't won't live in [...]
Memories of you, of us, obscured and steeped in a blur of dusty fog and fuzzy cobwebs. Shadows of a distant past — sometimes half-forgotten — sometimes half-remembered but always just out of reach like missing pieces of a dream that likely belonged to someone else.
I wasn't even trying, wasn’t even thinking about it. So far out of the wild blue I almost didn’t recognize It. Serendipitous, yet quick and sly — like a London pickpocket. That sweet kind of suddenness is the best part of falling in love again.