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Thursday, September 16, 2010
Somebody loves me

I have spent my last bit of money on your cab ride here and a Happy Meal but you are still not smiling. As we sit in the blistering cold comfort of the four o’clock morning you stare blankly into space, weary, as I tuck into my hotcakes – but never taking my eyes off you. Your small, weary eyes, borrowed t-shirt and shorts. It was just the two of us, at least I did not notice anybody else, as I burst into a soliloquy of hope, disappointment and the evils of the world. And you just gaze on in silent wonderment, or at least I choose to see it as so. I bring your offering of cigarettes to my lips to keep warm because you are out of reach.

And as the suburbs come to life and the sun begins to rise we move inside to get away from all the noise. Finding our seat , still the only one I see is you and I wrap my arms around your waist and you melt into me, I melt into the seat, and I make the time go by slower. So we sit there, as the seat begins to take our form and the sun has crept up sufficiently so as to chase away all the dark of your night and your eyes are wearier and smaller but the cold still couldn’t steal away your warm.

Now that the light was bright enough, we made our way to the bus stop and rested ourselves upon the seats while I make a call to the bus driver to know that he can take his time. As I wrap the blanket of my arm around you and you rest upon the pillow of my shoulder, I tell you that you are a teddy bear. And you tell me that you want to be a love bird. And I have no witty reply but, yes. And the bus comes. And you make your journey back to your lonely home.


tried to hunch; 2:55 AM

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Psalms 27:4 "One thing I ask of the Lord, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek Him in His temple."

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