Behind the clouds Has risen the sun Waking up the birds And the silent heart. Little gestures of love, That you always show Heaven is where fairies stay Home is the same with you. Daily chores to coffee sips You’re always beautiful, Football matches…
If ever there was an award for “The most infrequent blogger ever”, no wonder I would have been the king, dethroning every other for the last year or the previous one before that.
I could imagine the drunker stupor kicking in, dance music playing with disco lights, then transgressing to psychedelic rock. And I would feel “Comfortably Numb”.
Skills which he has honed over several years of bachelorhood. I console myself by recalling that change is inevitable, the only this that’s constant is change.
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