The Wire

It's been a long winter already...loads of holidays, sicknesses, clearing out, and now it's half term! Seems like the year is almost over, but it's just begun! We've gotten past all the New years stuff and just this week it was Valentines Day...or shall I say a malfunctioned store spending fake holiday! I don't understand this holiday at all or all the hoopla people make of it.  Are you saying that you love me the most only on this day??? I thought you loved me every day??!! And why buy me a red teddy, red roses, and a box of red roses chocolates?  Why not buy them for me every day :)    I'll be the happiest, reddest, and fattest chic around this end!  I think romance has become so fabricated these days what with all the break ups and make ups and money splurged on flowers and candy that real romance has flown right out the window.  Shall I tell you what my kind of romance is? The old fashioned kind..love letters, a written one, at least once a mont...

idden truths I try to bury it deep within the library of memories I keep filed away, in an effort to shield myself from the pain which gnaws at me time and time again, but I hopelessly fail. The need to look over my shoulder is crucial. One lost look and it will eat into the deep embers of my soul. When I am reminded an incomplete smile forms around the corners of my mouth before my face contorts and small drops of tears begin to fall down my downtrodden facade. I say downtrodden because the memories are as sweet as honey and yet bitter as a glass of lemonade on a hot summers day. Night Over head the rain drops form their own rhythm on the tin roof while outside in the courtyard the squishing of mud by the feet of rushed servants begins another. This song was the perfect lullaby, but my eyes would not give into temptation. The guests were outside scrambling for whatever shelter they could find from the splash of monsoon rains. I sat as upright as I possibly could but it was get...