kidChink

Love confuses the senses. It tricks us into seeing what is not there. To her indiscretions, I was not blind. Nevertheless, my capacity for forgiveness seemed to far exceed her ability too shame me. All the while I maintained an air of cool dispassion in an effort to give her space and freedom so as not to drive her away. Came in to find our little princess all on her own. The house, suspectingly quiet. All her attention focused on...wait! Is that our photo album? Page after page she flipped. My effort to get her attention off the album and to my arrival proved futile. Gone are the days when kids would run to their parents with arms wide open, just so as to receive that warm hug from one tired parent. Now that I'm here, I tend to think parents need that more than their kids do. Relieved myself of that coat I had all day. Such a relief. Lessened that tie and just as I went to put it down, something caught my eye. Still, I brushed it off as mere speculation. Un-cuffed my shirt. ...

Life's a journey, no no no! Life's the train. Living is the journey. We all get into this train, hoping to stay long enough to enjoy the ride. Our destinations not being predetermined by ourselves but by the one driving this train. Some of us though, get thrown off the train probably through the window way before we get to our drop off stations. That's life for you. As a child, I would sleep soundly. Not caring about what tomorrow holds for me. Today, I am afraid to even fall asleep. The fear of what tomorrow may bring is so overwhelming. Growing up, huh! Still, I hold a reassuring thought and tell myself that everything is going to be...just fine. During this journey, we get to see the world in itself, inside out. Beautiful, scary, dark, green, dry, ups, downs. Think of the blue waters, the white sand beaches, drought and famine, storms. Think of family, friends, lovers, thieves and murderers, the corrupt. Think of peace, war. All this making the trip worth the whi...

I don't know how you did it, but you made me fall head over heels for you. I'm not the type to say what I feel. I basically keep everything inside. With you it was no different...at first. Maybe its the way you look. The look that slows my breathing while causing my spirits to soar. Maybe its the way you smile. A smile that makes my heartbeat roar. Maybe its the way you say my name or how you make me feel when you come around and instantly I forget all other stuff. As days went by, I began to find that the feeling inside was one I could no longer deny. You amazed me in every way. Continuously took my breath away. You knew when I was happy and when I was sad. You even knew when the little things made me mad. You never gave up even when I would. Never let go even though I said you should. The world nor the sky you did not promise me, neither did you promise that we shall never fight and that you would never make me cry. You promised to always be true to me. It was then that I r...

Surgery, is the boldest and most fearless of the healing arts. The clouds had paved way for her royal highness. She shown just a little bit more than the normal star. Fog, mist hadn't quite cleared out. You could feel the birds cuddle up in their little cosy nests. I couldn't blame them. Such a chilly morning it was. Head on my palm, leaning on my elbow. I just couldn't get enough of the view. I turn and catch a glimpse of you smiling. Yes, you were smiling in your sleep. Maybe, I had kissed you after having made you my till death do us part. Were you dreaming of our impending wedding? It had gotten you so excited over the past few days. As you lay on your hospital bed, soon to be your death bed, all I could hear were your heartbeats from the machine. Your life support system. According to your doctor, this were among the last beats you would gather for a few hours were all you were left with. My existence was soon to lose meaning. Without you, each day will be dull and ...