Edith Piaf said she was more afraid of solitude than death.
To live without love is more tragic than to die.
I think I’m much luckier than she. I am surrounded by things that love me. When I blog, Blogger’s and Wordpress’s ”auto-save” looks after me and regularly hits “save” for me every other minute without me even asking for it. I think their engineers must love me. My neighbors also play their reggae and ghetto hip hop so loud which I believe they must be doing that to invite me to their crack parties. It also makes me blushed. The buses also say “hi” with their transmission noises when they pass my street even late at night. Of course, my neighbors opposite to my building give me a morning kiss with their eyes through the windows every morning when I wake up naked. And my sexy Filipino receptionist gives me a ”hate look” every morning I step into my office. I’m sure she means it well just to celibrate for another new day fresh out from rehab for me. And oh don’t forget the Latino teenagers scandalously soaking-wet-kissing, grapping, snuggling like they’re about to have sex right in the street on Broadway, I’m sure they are just showing me how passionate a man and a woman can get about each other and so… Ever heard of using affirmations to assure our confidence and faith in life? ”I am living in love. Everybody loves me. I’m never alone.”
The colors of a rainbow…..so pretty ..in the sky
Are also on the faces…..of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands…..saying.. how do you do
They’re really saying……I love you.
I hear babies cry…… I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more…..than I’ll never know
And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world