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We danced. For months on end.The tango, the waltz, even salsa’d it upAmidst the swirling shadows, intoxicated by tuneDaylight? T’was always the dark we cravedGrinding against each other – wanting, denying, no sleeping tonightHeavy breaths in sync, bass tempo till lightStaring. Breathing the other in. Intimate, strange.Enveloped, conspiring; tearing…

For some time now I’ve been trying to find a word that describes the magic of youth – the unspoken energy that makes youth so fearless and non judgmental about themselves and their dreams. This morning I had a discussion with someone who has become a mirror of…

The thing about embarking on a new experience – travel, project, idea, decision, dream, opportunity – is that you always uncover yourself anew.–“Why don’t you write anymore?”That’s the question that sent me running back here.The number of false-start posts I’ve had in the last two months are shameful…

Why have you deserted me?You mean why have you deserted you?No, I mean you abandoning me.I didn’t. You did.Why does this conversation sound so familiar?Because we’ve had it many times before.(See here) Honestly, I’ve lost count how many.So you see, you keep deserting me. Where’d you pick up…