As the new year hovers, your heart darkens and your mind retreats into a place called the past
Skin precedes to sin, and all I see and foresee is an action that's akin to sweet, sweet sin.
Her body, her skin is just right, tight.
Let's just go up a tree... chill and maybe just hang.
Dear lord we do not intend to question you, nor your plans oh Lord, but all we ask for is peace and love in times of turmoil... we children of a lesser God.
We all saw it, the large chunk of soil, as it came to hush us, to call us back to the earth from whence we came.
Dear Sofia, can I call you dear? My mamamia, please don’t shed a tear, in any manner, my future baby mama.
It was a cold dark night, as dark as it gets
Its a calling
The mask dropped and she could see right into my eyes…
My eyes were teary …
I wanted to hide them but they resisted …
“We did all we could… Am sorry…”
The words were cold and those of regret and helplessness.
How else could we say it to make it look like it wasn’t a recipe gone wrong or a football match lost… but the actual enormirty of a life lost and history changed..a beginning of broken hearts and a story that could never be re-written…
“Death is swallowed up in victory.
Oh death, where is your victory?
Oh death, where is your sting?”
The Living Bible
RIP James Kabuchi
gone too soon.
One moment we could be under a romantic candle light next we might explode like dynamite