Like water on my tongue Like nectar to a bee Like incense to a flower, sprung! Is your love too me? Have I the weight of wings To find the healings Of greater living things!

An Anzala Fahsha Mystery

Desolation gripped Scott. Not the despondency of Knightsbridge or the King’s Road. Not the feelings invoked by slatternly whores who sidled up to him at ‘hooray’ parties...

“Guess what??!”.... She screamed into the phone.

i dont , i do know, i know why, my feelings for you,it sometimes catches up to me, sometimes hesitation compounds,

...i need to be honest, i think you know its coming, i'm covered in lies, though i feel all will be ok, there is got to be somewhere beyond this somehow.. just dont evr,never again....

I'm in over my head and I think I like it Never felt so never felt so complete I'm right over the edge and I'm so excited I can see the ground beneath my feet So don't save me now…

you can hold her hand, and show her how you cry, show her your weakness, and just crumble up inside...you can lie to her in her face, you can break her heart,you can tell her that you haven't , you ca