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I WANT TO WRITE  I want to write about you About how you make feel like I am in heaven About how that makes me feel like I’d been locked out of heaven About how this is the only heaven I will be sent to But somehow; I can’t fathom how to do that. Maybe it’s because words for it haven’t been invented yet. I want to write to you, Tell you how you feel like home. Scratch that, how you are home. The Neo to my Trinity You are the Finn to my Racheal  The Chandler to my Monica Yet somehow, words escape me Maybe it’s because I won’t do them justice yet I want to write about you, About how you make me feel safe With you, saying “I am at Peace” is an understatement  And understood is a dominant emotion. Your plate has a side dish of contentment and tranquility which I gladly devour. You are my Mr. Serendipty Yet somehow, words are taking me for a wild goose hunt Maybe it’s because you were the treasure to be found. I want to write to you Tell you about that feeling  The one pe...

TWO TEARS IN A BUCKET Let us just say, I am not utterly ready for what I am about to write. But that’s okay, I got this. Oh wait, do I though? This is different, I feel different. It’s been different. It will always be different. I mean, how could it not when the one piece that was holding the whole set together has been removed? Well, nonetheless, I am okay. Oh wait, okay is one of those words people use to sparkle over a deeper truth. I swear I am not trying to splash glitter on a cypress tree and then call it a Christmas tree. I am okay because I am not ready for my truth. Truth! Now, isn’t that the most controversial word on earth? Let’s put aside sexuality and religion. Truth is a matter of perspective and if I am to be perfectly candid, very relative. Depending on where you are standing. That brings you to me. Well, that sounds wrong, but you get the point. My truth is; I am standing at the edge of a lake not knowing how thin the ice is and if I can cross over. That is my truth! ...

THAT POINT IN LIFE "Melophilia “is not a word you hear often unless of course you subscribe to the religion of music. Don’t worry, you are not the only one; and no! I am neither patronizing you nor offering paper thin consolation. You know, with all the high and mighty attitude I portray sometimes, I am part of the folk that didn’t know that word exists. All that ended when I read this article;  https://coffeethoughtslife. wordpress.com/2021/12/11/ local-man-discoveries-aging/  Which is also the inspiration of this article. Who knew music could get one so introspective? Do you remember the good old days? The ones that all you had to do is wake up and sing;” I wake up in the morning, I wash my face, I take a cup of tea, I brush my teeth and run to school.” Days where when you wake up you would find tea prepared and you won’t bother knowing who made the tea and what was even used. Days when all you had to worry about was assignment; which frankly, you could copy from...