There is always a first time. The right amount of love and an overdose of encouragement.
On my toes by 7 AM. By 9 AM, this gYpsy going craZy cooking pakbet.
A documentation of this journey ...
I love my honey!
By Irma S. Vanta (Albums) · Updated 22 hours ago · Taken at 30 years deep deep in my heart
All about Us.
30 Years and beyond.
Me and My Honey.
MAGIC!
my lavander door unlocked
light and rest
Bruised Water
coffee
After 41 years and 2 months.
A sweet, spolied brat's first dish.
Pakbet for my Honey.
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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