Trouble

Trouble kissed me the other day, started with a gentle nuzzle to the neck and found it's way to my lips. It just about killed me stop him there.
Next time I will allow it to continue on to wherever it wishes to go.

Time

So, time rolls on. I am almost through with my year of study, almost at the stage where moving is a very real possibility. I have not been avoiding you, time just seems to be flying by me, like I someday wish to fly by the world. That too is getting closer, the 'dream', the wings. I am growing older by the day and yet still find myself in situations of 'trouble' as it were. Currently, trouble wears a wedding band and an age that is superior to mine by 14 years, more than half my age. Trouble is brewing and though I am powerful to stop it, I have no wish to. Come what may.