wake up and Moisturize

I think this picture reflects this whole year perfectly....... the year of promises, the year of desires, the year of rejuvenating, the year of falling in love again, the year of baking the cake and getting so close to eating it all... only to find it smudged all over my face.
I always have been haunted with the 'nice guy' image. I use the word 'haunted' because amidst all of my playfulness, pranks, and narcissism, I always end up giving away more than taking.
I live by the moment with a wide range of impulse... but this year had its share of promising moments, maybe I was being over-judicious with my self, with my moves, with my desires
I was trying to play the game and it ended up mostly the other way around. But as cinematic I made sound.... you can keep Lolly out of the game but u can never keep the game out of him

and Yes I shall play it again... this time I'll play it hard, hard to beat, hard to get and hard to hurt

And maybe I will shed this nice image totally, maybe I wont. But one thing's for sure - I am a soldier and its never over till the last bullet has been swallowed.

so next year as I try to hold my liquor, or my tennis games , I shant hold those horses
anymore.

as its time to wake up and moisturize.

Pre-lude

When the shoulders droop;
the heart melts;
the skin dries;
the eyes tear;
the mood swings;
the lungs swell;
the hair coils;
the lips crack;
and the mind strays

its time to rewind,re-bind and re-invent

this time its just going to be me
and time.