B L u R b S

If you had to choose between a thick, juicy steak and some shriveled up beef jerky, which one would you pick? In the same way that men can’t help looking at supple young girls, we ladies find ourselves drawn to guys under thirty. Younger men have tight bodies, bright eyes, great smiles, and usually a crowd of buddies to keep them laughing and pumped for excitement. What’s the alternative? The balding bachelor with a beer gut who sits home smoking stogies and listening to Springsteen’s Glory Days on repeat mode? No, thanks!

In all seriousness, it shouldn’t matter the age of two people who mutually respect and enjoy each other’s company. We love who we love, not matter what their age or what they look like. If an older woman and a younger man feel comfortable having a relationship, then no one has the right to criticize them. To the lady who simply likes a quick fling with a hot young stallion? Here’s to you.

My heart is flaming red when I see you smile.

You continue to amaze me in so many ways.

It was the gloomiest day to see you go.

Even the stars vanished in the sky filled with rain. 

When can I touch your face again?

 with my hands linger across your skin..

My heart is blue now.. can you see?

This is me. I dont think I’m a bad person. I strive to look for that certain reason to life. Never have I stopped to look within and entirely.. the whole meaning to life. How, what, why, where…? I search, I find, it’s been 31 years and its sad to know I still dont understand the purpose of it all. God created man, why hasnt god created a manual on how to live life? Why does He insist we learn to live thru mistakes, thru heartaches and headaches? And most of all why does He insist we live thru this window of solitaire and shower us with thoughts of war, hatred and unhappiness? Perhaps all these thoughts are embedded in mortal itself.. and yet life is short.. it comes with an expiry date. Wouldnt it be easy if there was a reset button?

As the week draws closer and closer to Sunday, I’m beginning to feel bothered…

I have been very cheerie and smiley all week…

and yet I cant let go of the fact that I will be missing a certain someone by next week…

Why isit so hard to find solace?

Even if I found it… it doesnt seem to last…