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Delicious Ambiguity: June 2011
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Between the Dark of Dusk, and the Light of Dawn. Http:/ articulate-scribbles.blogspot.com/. Jun 6, 2011. Succumb to that voice in your heart, the one that says it’s time,. Succumb to heading towards where that voice leads you,. Succumb to that emotion budding deep in you, the one you know you will find exhilarance in,. Succumb to the feel of the soft, warm grains of sand beneath your feet,. Succumb to the feel of the moistness in the sand, as you walk further, towards that glorious sun in the distance,.
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Delicious Ambiguity: September 2013
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Between the Dark of Dusk, and the Light of Dawn. Http:/ articulate-scribbles.blogspot.com/. Sep 5, 2013. To love at all. It started so simple, a cheerful introduction. I gave you a smile, but you wanted my words. A phrase,a dialog, conversations that never ran cold. I gave you my words, but you wanted my art. A melody, a lyric, emotions immortalised in song. I gave you my art, but you wanted my heart. To hold on, I tried, but you wanted it all. I gave you my heart, but you wanted my soul. To love at all.
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Delicious Ambiguity: February 2011
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Between the Dark of Dusk, and the Light of Dawn. Http:/ articulate-scribbles.blogspot.com/. Feb 25, 2011. And she puts on warpaint,. So no one can see the scars,. And she paints a happy smile across her mouth,. So no one looks into her eyes and realizes she is anything but. I'm only laughing on the outside / My smile is just skin deep /. If you could see inside I'm really crying / You might join me for a weep. Links to this post. Feb 16, 2011. An update after a long hiatus. This should explain it :).
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Delicious Ambiguity: From Dusk to Dawn
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Between the Dark of Dusk, and the Light of Dawn. Http:/ articulate-scribbles.blogspot.com/. Nov 29, 2011. From Dusk to Dawn. I start at the end. I start by bidding people goodbye, and yet it isn’t me that’s leaving,. I’ve only just begun. The number of people around me dwindles, even those separated through several time zones leave,. One IM window at a time, till there are none. A silence of the sort I’m unaccustomed to settles around me, deep enough to hear my thoughts,. Or if I let my imagination go wi...
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Delicious Ambiguity: June 2013
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Between the Dark of Dusk, and the Light of Dawn. Http:/ articulate-scribbles.blogspot.com/. Jun 16, 2013. It's been a long time. It feels like yesterday. There's a world of difference between then and now. Yet everything's so much the same. I didn't know people then. I can't imagine my life without them now. There've been days that seemed would never end, ones I Wish never would. Times I've felt I was all alone, and times my heart was drumming with so much love, I could barely hear my own voice in my head.
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Delicious Ambiguity: September 2010
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Between the Dark of Dusk, and the Light of Dawn. Http:/ articulate-scribbles.blogspot.com/. Sep 11, 2010. A Change of Perspective. How do you know if your world has crashed? How can you tell one thing isn’t right when all of it is in disarray? You need a frame of reference,. One thing to measure it by. One thing that stayed as it was, that didn’t crash. While everything around did…. But you notice not what stayed,. All you can see is the chaos,. All you worry about is what’s not there anymore. At the end...
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Delicious Ambiguity: October 2010
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Between the Dark of Dusk, and the Light of Dawn. Http:/ articulate-scribbles.blogspot.com/. Oct 6, 2010. Note: A slightly delayed farewell present, and dude, you gotta like this! That time when you stole the last bit of dessert off of my plate before I could reach for it. I was so stuffed I couldn’t have eaten another bite anyway. Smiling): No, you don’t. Smiling): No, you don’t. After that, but it’s always that first one that comes to mind. Smiling): No, you don’t. That time when a movie I had been anti...
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Delicious Ambiguity: May 2010
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Between the Dark of Dusk, and the Light of Dawn. Http:/ articulate-scribbles.blogspot.com/. May 25, 2010. Coming back to Life. A million thoughts in my head,. A mind fuzzed with not enough sleep,. A thousand worries I shouldn’t have. Chaos all around, I’m still in another world. I enter through high arched doors,. Make my way towards the curved stairway. I hear the first faint sounds. A sound that will 'fix' it all. A sound that makes me smile. A sound that makes me forget all that’s wrong. May 3, 2010.
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Delicious Ambiguity: July 2010
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Between the Dark of Dusk, and the Light of Dawn. Http:/ articulate-scribbles.blogspot.com/. Jul 29, 2010. Note: I should just state that i can't really do short posts :). The rain refused to let up. I refused to let down my umbrella, even though it squeaked and creaked (being so rarely used) and even threw a mighty tantrum and flipped over. No sirree, I was not giving up. Could such a thing really happen? Or I could wait here, right where I was, risk hypothermia, leptospirosis, pneumonia, at the very lea...
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Delicious Ambiguity: A Simple Twist of Fate
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Between the Dark of Dusk, and the Light of Dawn. Http:/ articulate-scribbles.blogspot.com/. Jan 18, 2014. A Simple Twist of Fate. And so they they start their dance again. Swaying to music only they're tuned in to. Standing apart, one glows and the other shimmers. One blazes out wards, the other coolly composed. Each is a strong independent force, drawn together by an undeniable connection, kept apart by irresolvable tension. Elated, they appear to revel in their once-again-new found symphony. And so the...
