Bimbi's Mind

He wanders in quietly, subtly but confident. Deceiving us his hands lived in his pockets His entrance caught my attention And his gait built up the tension

Where am I? That was the first question that came into my mind as consciousness gripped me. Nothing can be heard in the distance except the air as it blows in my face. Looking back, I see a pathway and the pathway leads to a stream which went as far as my eyes could see, fading into the blur of distance. The stream flows silently and peacefully. The water, reflecting the cloud on its surface in the absence of the sun were blue.

There are three types of people in the rush of a metropolitan city; Those who look like they have somewhere to be; Those who act like they have somewhere to be and; Those who have somewhere to be.

I would like to think we didn't start with a lot of people. We really, in factuality didn't start with a lot of people but how do we imagine it? How do we put ourselves in the shoes of the first man, did he have shoes? I would assume not.

Guirrella sands is where they think the rebel stays Kalahari shades with sun black face Mask, Masquerade With a warrior's phrase!

Fest-us. She called me. I liked the way she pronounced the first syllable with all her breath and just allowed the second one to seep through her lips. Nobody called me like that. People called my name every time but Oh, nobody called me like that.

From: NotYourVal St Valentine died for nothing Head chopped for loving Sent Valentine's guys ah' mourning For a day, and then forgotten Only to be remembered February fourteenth The only day for loving