Baked Life...
We met again, We met to meet or to depart again.. We met to breathe life, to make sure we still not dead. You are certain and I am not sure again for the next time,we meet. I would rather be content for the moment. I was not thinking anything but you and while we were making love a breaking news flashed of one more blast, In a bakery whose cookies were served to one of them who blew it off. I embraced you with a tight hug and offered my gratitude for making me feel alive. 13th Feb,2010