My kind of night

Weeping thoughts of things lovers do to fool you into being captured again.

Touch of a hand while stealing a kiss. Trying to make me remember regret at it’s finest.

I push them aside as I stare up at this half moon and put the ring back on the shelf.

We have nothing more than friendship at best. Standing the test of time and the space it takes to let your vices take over.

C L Cunningham

We meet again December

Last December I was in waiting.

Waiting for love to arrive. Waiting for the next big thing in my life.

Waiting for people to notice me and invite me in.

This December is different.

I’m reaching out. I’m moving forward and I’m becoming more and more focused.

I want to manifest a beautiful life that I can enjoy as I be of service.

I’m opening up to receive the beauty that here everyday.

I’m grateful for the journey.

Happy Monday everyone

May it be the beginning of the rest of your life.

Xoxo Kandee

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