How many hours have I loved myself?

How many hours have I loved myself? A¬†few sprinkled forgotten moments, it is tough to start calculating now, How many times did I stand up for myself? My soul churns sour memories, I don’t remember speaking up, or fighting the pow-wow, How many moments have I lived for myself? My memory serves empty answers, my…

I have a headache!

‘I have a headache,’ she started with her tantrums again. ‘Don’t talk to me,’ she turned her back towards him. The morning sunlight streamed through the embroidered silk curtains and danced on her bare back, tickling her. The moment demanded romance, but it was tested by patience. She paused, then turned around to see he…