series of essays and thoughts, rantings and ravings for the modern world by a country girl in abu dhabi by Alfie N.H. (author of Strangers, Conversations & Thoughts, series of essays and poems by The Idle Bard)
I feel so suffocated. I miss being alone and I miss a good conversation. I miss the woods, the rain, mud on my feet, the sand, corals, blue skies, you, you, you.
posted by alfieping at 2:10 PM
A hopeless romantic gone stale, a cynic and a skeptic most often yet gullible sometimes. I cry easily and my heart heaves when I read something intense, like the 4 brothers who are all working as soldiers in Iraq. Must be because I have asthma. I have a book pending to be published. Awaiting for a good editor who would not think I wrote the book for him. I wanted to be a lawyer but had some detours on the road so I will have to see if I will finish that goal. I like dining with everything in place and matching each silverware and china. I love chocolates and I recently had an affair with someone special named BV. It will be a long one. Something about me... seeks to conform what needs to be confirmed... an afterthought of what was supposedly a wonderful dream.. a longing yet to be desired... a goal yet to be achieved.. in the land of confusion and mixed aboriginalities i am a gentle mortal soul, seeking peace in this hectic arena of life... i am an idle bard....
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