A wise man is someone who knows how to convert obstacles into resources.
my love is a winter’s mist
through the window
at the nape of your neck.
There’s a pause so yawning I can’t help but think about what it would be like to lean in and kiss her, but if I’m getting the signals wrong then I’m about to destroy the best run we’ve had all evening. It’s been at least ten minutes since I’ve done or said anything stupid.
I write romance stories and although I want it to be a beautiful work of art, I am afraid that I will live in the story I created in my mind. It’s all in my mind I know, but sometimes, the romance becomes too ideal and realistic for me that I soon fall for the hero that was just a product of my imagination. I think that is both an fearful obstacle and a proof that somehow, you are succeeding to touch a reader’s heart – even if it is yours.
And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.
But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles…
…Gabrielle and Elaine seemed to hit it off by talking books – something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman…and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book like apparently on every page…Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don’t get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my head and pretended to care. I’m such a bastard.
Its all about perception in life, For some One minus One = One & for some its Zero.That’s the only difference.
On the flat expanse of pancake ice, War stood by the Pale Rider’s side. Though their forms did not touch, their shadows intertwined, black on black, in a smoky caress.
“Knew you’d come,
All I want in this life are three…
a moonlit beach on the starlit sea,
a breath of opium,
Not enough,” he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. “If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it wont be enough.