"Standing in the front yard, telling me how I'm such a fool, talking bout how I'll never ever find a man like you. You got me twisted."-Beyonce

Sometimes I miss the chiptole on Wednesdays. the curry cooked by somebody else. the loud Caribbean music.

the kisses that tickled my back. the reassurance of security. the notion of having a love for tomorrow even if it wasn't mine next June.

I miss it.

Until I remember my dignity and self-respect.

And then I don't miss it anymore.

Windy City

the wind crept past me like an old friend. Who wished not to speak because their was simply not much to say. the wind rushed pass me as though it had forgotten all our memories. the ones scattered about in our heads, earnestly trying to find a familiar piece. 

I swear it looked at me. 

Searching for a spark of desperation. Hoping for my emotions to rise to the ocassion. they didn't. 

So the wind continued to breeze pass me. Un-apologetically, sending chills through my body. Chills that remain when its gone. When the bright light silences the rain and forceful breeze. 

Silencing, like when love presents itself, on a windy day.

"Now hunny, you better sit down and look around cause you must have bumped your head..."

Love. Solange.

via mydamnblog

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