for want of loud angry music.

It seems the words are too lazy to come floating around my mind tonight , having fewer hours of sleep than expected. And perhaps I just turned a shade darker again under the sun. I can only love the sun twice during the day, sunrise and sunset. The midday sun is cooking temperature already, and midafternoon is, well, the iron maiden when you miss someone.

I love the moon then and cool wondrous Rain.

the only thing right about work these days is climate control, nothing else. And when your reveries of misty mountain hikes and mud between your toes attain art heaven, the thought of HR is Dada. you know, the H in HR is sometimes amiss these days.

The beach is a hot dehydrating place to be during the day, despite the obvious presence of water. As I said, I can only love the sun twice during the day. The moon is perfect for the beach.

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It's been so long since I have written stories. I kept putting it off, that even the material I had I had forgotten. And thinking about it, perhaps I should start again, though like all exercises, I probably should do some warm-ups first, a stretch there and a bit here. And a deadline. For starters, I guess I could muster a cheesy love story without being tempted to put in a twist or two. and sometimes I forget I am writing here. I should pay a visit to my old dependable journal, which seems neglected these years that I have been working.

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At times I'd prefer the embrace than the long lingering kiss.