Me myself

Yup just me myself and I… it’s funny because I thought I couldn’t live without you… yet that’s all I’ve done.

Lovely..

The song? Not completely fitting but yet there it is. Catchy tho… 😏

I did not need your help
Now it’s just me, myself, and I (la la lie la la lie la lie lie)

✌️🖤

How it feels

How does it feel?

Going through daily motions, when it’s obvious that it’s the last thing a person wants to do.

Maybe a good disconnect… or reconnect? Ha!

It’s a terrible thing to waste.

My first song choice fell away as soon as this came on.

Because seriously you don’t know how it feels, until it’s you.

 Let me run with you tonight
I’ll take you on a moonlight ride

… There’s someone I used to see
But he don’t give a damn for me

… But let me get to the point, let’s roll another joint
And turn the radio loud, I’m too alone to be proud
And you don’t know how it feels
You don’t know how it feels to be me

Yup a song for everything….

✌️ 🖤

So it goes, on and on

Life just keeps rolling along.

Like it or not.

You know how they say it’s the little things?

It is, they just add up.

Like everything, just adds up. Your only choice is to keep going on your own steam.

You know I tried so long
Every time I thought I found it, I was wrong

I am the love of, the love of my life

✌️❤️

Raq

I am!

Irony

There is irony in the healing…

On the daily there seems to be a deep vortex of blackness that swallows me up by late afternoon. Yet I have found that by evening a letter from a stranger far away telling me of his life and daily happenings can actually help. For just a few minutes I can see life through someone else’s eyes. The only person that may actually get it. No tip toeing around what’s happened and actually showing up. What a special kind of person. A real friend? Isn’t it ironic? Who shows up and who doesn’t.

Here’s to real people… they are so rare….

The song? Just a smooth lovely listen.

✌️❤️

Raq

Carry on?

How does one move on?

One foot in front of the other as before. I suppose.

This world is a lonely place, especially when you’re on the inside looking out. Smile and everyone will think you’re ok.

Is it even real?

In a time of grief…. You see things even clearer. ( is that a word?)

Wish I could trade places….

I miss you more than life…

✌️❤️

A legend

So there’s this Aztec legend.

The legend is of course one of love. The love story of two young Aztecs, Xóchitl and Huitzilin.

Starts from when they are little children. They spent all their spare time together playing. As they grew older they hiked to the top a close by mountain. There they would offer flowers to the sun god Tonatiuh. Here they swore to each other that their love would last forever.

War broke out and Huitzilin was killed. When Xóchitl found out, she felt as if her world was falling apart. She took one last hike to the top of their mountain and asked the sun god to somehow join her to her love.

A ray of sunlight gently touched her cheek. Turning her into a beautiful fiery flower. A cempasuchil. (Marigold) just then a hummingbird gently touched the center of the flower. The hummingbird being Huitzilin. The flower opened its petals and filled the air with it’s beautiful and mysterious scent. They will always be together. At least as long as there are marigolds and hummingbirds.

So someone close to me had read about this legend and says, it’s so Mexican to love someone even in death. We are so dark… lol

However love is love and sometimes we’ve really no choice in the matter. The heart wants what the soul determines is a match. Tread lightly in making someone care for you.. they only need their one..

Peace my loves

R

The feelings of a song

It’s a beautiful thing how music can take you to a place inside. Music… the only thing that doesn’t let you down..

This one takes me back to walks in the beautiful city of Hollister CA. My gut telling me what I already knew. Listening to it brings it all back. That gut knows!

✌️❤️

Raq