Already December 13th. Time flies so fast. I am already halfway through my lovely kalendarlys. Warming my fingers to the dancing flame, I realize what a great idea it was, to spend a little time each night, and do nothing else but watch the wax burn slowly…. It brings up all kinds of thoughts,…… Continue reading Looking back… Day 13.
As I mentionned in my previous post, today I had a date with Mads. Quite a short one as his role in At Eternity’s Gate was minor (though he was absolutely splendid, as usual), but a nice reunion anyway. The movie was amazing. Truly worth a trip downtown despite the biting cold. There would be…… Continue reading Looking back… Day 12.
I watch the flame dancing… It is like staring at a mirror. The same fragile twirls, the same burning desire. To keep going on, for another day. I know the next few weeks will be hard. I dread the milestone coming. The holiday season should be a happy one, but I have one too…… Continue reading Looking back… Day 7.
My vintage life, Painted black & white… A thousand shades From me to you. As I put the pen down Words come alive, Knitting dreams of themselves A safe haven for two. Do you feel my trembling fingers, As I slip the key around your neck? Bathing in warm memories, I washed away frantically…… Continue reading Black & White…
The birth of day, stillest of times. Still, the lack of you breaks all my best rhymes…. Blank new page there only to fill, but without your presence I can’t find the very will… The sun goes up as it always will rise. And I hope I’ll find the path to being wise……… Continue reading Birth of day…
Words… chains of letters. Thoughtfully inked along my dotted life line. Wishes most sincere, memories dear, gift wrapped in fragile clenched fingers. Pale reminder, of me. Of us. This day is yours, and yours only. Enjoy it, don’t let anybody spoil it for you… Cake icing smells and wrapping paper ruffles, I hope you’ll…… Continue reading Happy…
He was a bit dizzy and far from steady on his feet. One drink… He only needed one drink to stop his hands from shaking. Beer, wine, cider, liquor… Anything would do the trick, he just needed it now. One hand pressed on the bed, to keep his balance, he pulled the wires attached…… Continue reading I am Debra…
Prism shower, diamond droppings, on the royal blue canvas painting… Embroidering all my shaded sorrows, in bright colors hiding true feelings. Hoping this hand knitted arch may join the ends of our two lives one sweet day. I know a rainbow requires rain… But it also mean that somewhere the sun shines. I hope it…… Continue reading Rainbow…
Woke up this morning, with a splitting headache. Business as usual. Surprisingly, silence wasn’t welcome today. I usually enjoy sitting alone, with just the sound of the cars driving past my apartment and the occasional purr of Miss Freja. But this morning, I needed something to fill the stillness of my Sunday morning.…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Previously posted May 31st 2017. I spent a lifetime, writing my story day by day, night by night, Taking chances, making mistakes guessing my way, hoping to find someone who would want to read it. Little did I know, watching you catching up on my adventures, and my debacles… I would want…… Continue reading Like a book…
Cyranny's Cove 