✤ After four years . . .
∴ I tell myself, four years have passed. Things must have changed. I certainly have. Whether or not the civilized world is ready to accept me again, I will be coming. Continue reading✤ After four years . . .
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∴ I tell myself, four years have passed. Things must have changed. I certainly have. Whether or not the civilized world is ready to accept me again, I will be coming. Continue reading✤ After four years . . .
∴ You said you’d be coming. Don’t get scared on me now. I don’t bite. Continue reading✤ Tonight, at 9 . . .
∴ I know there’s a question mark, but it’s not really a question. Come get your dessert. Continue reading✤ Dessert . . . ?
∴ I’m only asking. I don’t need you to take me to the edge of the road . . . but if you want, I got a seat inside. So, are you coming? Continue reading✤ Are you . . . coming?
∴ Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Antoine de Saint-ExuperyContinue reading✤ Outwardly . . .
∴ Did you miss me. Did you miss me. Did you miss me. Continue reading✤ Guess who’s back, baby . . .