When I'm lost in thought
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When I'm lost in thought
Something new to try
The Love Poems of Rumi, Looking for Your Face edited by Deepak Chopra First published 1273
Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women : a world poetry anthology
Nyahallo actually is working on creating a jelly fish inspired swimsuit! That is wild
https://nyahallo.com/products/pre-sample-pre-order-moon-jellyfish-swimsuit
What's the best?
Jimmy Johns, Subway, or Jersey Mikes
Why is my iced green tea an uncomfortable yellow?
When you see amazing artwork and you wish there was more to see.
You can always steal my Dr. Pepper from my desk.
It's so quiet, almost too quiet...
Holy crap a sonic arcade of the classics are coming out!
Saw the stars from above the clouds.
I don't know if this is true, but if it is, it'll be awesome!
Through veils of mist, dim shadows call my name,
Yet none reveal the face I ache to know;
A whisper stirs, too hushed to trace its claim,
And bids me press against the fog’s pale glow.
I sweep the drifting gloom to find your sign,
But silence dances where your form should be;
My voice falls deep, as though in some dark shrine,
Where echo’d steps return no sound of thee.
I run, each heartbeat pounding through the air.
To grasp the shape that flees my outstretched reach; but thinning mists unveil an empty stare,
Their ghostly trails retreating down the street.
So fades the shade I chased in hope and fear,
And nothing waits... though still I hold you near.
My chair is broken and it feels like I'm sitting on top of a bobble head.... 🫤
Just a quick stop before I head home.