After Eight Moments…
The greatest oak was once just a little nut who held its ground… – Author unknown If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Year: 2017
If we be wrong…
Silence never tasted so good. The almost silence, lingering in the shadows of the room. The dimmed light of the city, filtered through the tall laced curtains. Our silhouettes, snuggling on the couch, away from the outside fury of life. “What from here?” Normal people would say. I just enjoy the beating of your heart…… Continue reading If we be wrong…
#NovemberNotes2017 – Reminder
Since the beginning of the month, I’ve been playing with Sarah , And you are still most welcome to join in! You can start mid-month or take your time, and begin from the start if you prefer… Story or poetry, be it a couple of words or a long tale… Just let these beautiful songs…… Continue reading #NovemberNotes2017 – Reminder
Too good.
It’s not you, really. How could it be your fault? You’re too good a man for me. Reliable, loyal, always there for me. You hold my heart in your hands, and warm it with your thoughtful words when it is blue. You lift me up above your own ideals, when I feel the need to…… Continue reading Too good.
After Eight Moments…
Can you hear the eye-rolling in the background? If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
What happened…
What happened to our maybes? How could we run out, with so many? Where did you hide them, give them back to me. Please, now bring back our sweet maybes…
If you came to Montréal… (11)
Maybe we could skip the touristic stuff for a day, and go for something less exotic but still fun… Like a “trou Normand” activity? I’d suggest to go bowling. That’s what I did yesterday… In a little town about an hour away drive from Montréal; Granby. The bowling place was rather oldish, but I like…… Continue reading If you came to Montréal… (11)
Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Black Today’s daily prompt could have evoked a lot of things… But it so vividly brought back this song to my mind, that I just couldn’t write about any other shade of Black. I listened to Pearl Jam a lot in my early twenties, and I remember this back then…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
After Eight Moments…
Frozen remains of Fall… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Your arms…
Your arms, a fortress… The only place safe enough, for my heart to call “home”.
Cyranny's Cove 