From the mouth of Sinatra:
There are many many crazy things
That will keep me loving you
And with your permission
May I list a fewThe way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can’t take that away from me
Everytime I change my surroundings, i.e. move myself and belongings to another country, whether it be home or not, there is this sensation of being in a dream-like state for a while. It seems to take my brain a few days at least to register that I am in fact where I am. Woke up this morning, at home, in my own bed, and couldn’t register why it felt so different. I’m feeling as though I am still in Trinidad in body but my head just thinks I am home. Weird!
So was I greeted tonight when I surprised my pan-mates with my return.
‘Ey girl!
What you doing here?
When did you come back?
You didn’t tell us!!
You lied!!
Too early, too late
Cruel twists of fate
(It just wasn’t meant to be)Too old, or too young
Just out to have fun
(Why does this happen to me?)Too far, some too near
One not totally clear
(I need one who feels the same)Rebounding emotions
Confounding notions
(I’m really tired of this game)
Sometimes in life we have chance encounters. We cross paths with something that helps to complete us. Something that fills our life as though it were a lost part of our souls now rediscovered - so perfect is the fit, you are made for each other. And no matter the stresses it brings, every moment is worth it because we can’t imagine our lives without it. (more…)