I hesitated before posting this. Today, I’d kick Life in the nuts if the occasion presented itself. I am not sad, or angry but it is just one of those “Really Life? Is this necessary just now??” kind of day. We all have one from time to time, right? The kind of day when…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Now playing in The Cove… I just love Sia. I do. I want to be Sia’s friend. Now! Now back to my listening… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-BcIkbedIc
Caught my Samsung headphones spooning tonight… Geez, my life is exciting! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
When you tell someone you dream about Italy, Greece or Australia, people here usually nod in agreement, and understand. When your heart belongs in Denmark, things are different. For some reason, I have to explain why. What’s so special about Denmark anyway? And I am always a little confused when I have to give…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox
I used to be blind, used to think that the best way to live was to build myself a fortress… Keeping others at arm’s length kept me from hurting, but I didn’t know the feeling of a caress… And I’d rather fail than spend this life constantly sparing myself… It is time…… Continue reading Breaking free…
The audience gave a warm applause, as he stepped on the stage, holding his guitar. It was late, and in the darkness of the pub, people were eager to drink his words by the pint. He played there every other night, and he attracted a crowd of regulars and new faces, that enjoyed his skillful…… Continue reading Evening out…
You be my roots deep in the ground I’ll be your branches dancing in the sun… You be my sunset, I’ll be your dawn fueling each other and tightly bound. So many feel trapped, promises made once lightly. I want to learn not to live without you, tethered eternally… #NovemberNotes2017 – Tethered *…… Continue reading Tethered…
Like a soft breeze, hot summer breath on my tanning skin… A tingling waft, running unexpectedly down my back, leaving a goosebump trail… A draft knocking me off my feet blowing across the sea beneath. Just like the wind, your love I can’t hold in my hands, I can’t measure or see, taste…… Continue reading Like the wind…
Cyranny's Cove 