The melody in my heart beats to the tune of your heart, but who are you? the beat doesn’t sound familiar, tell me why? is if fate? where did this strange melody come from? pump, pump, to the tune in your heart, are we soulmates? but where are you? I know you’re out there, I can feel it in my soul, this feeling makes me weak, this melody, my melody, your melody, our melody, will you know it’s me when you see me? we will meet, are you looking for me? have we already met? if so, why didn’t we notice? our melody, the melody in my heart, the melody in your heart, it’s like a burning desire that will never go away, it’s like food you want, but for some reason can’t have it, I love this melody, our melody, it belongs to us, and no one else, so until I hear your tune, my melody will keep going on and on, and on and on.
Wrote this Jan, 15, 2001
It’s just like when you’ve got some coffee that’s too black, which means it’s too strong. What do you do? You integrate it with cream, you make it weak. But if you pour too much cream in it, you won’t even know you ever had coffee. It used to be hot, it becomes cool. It used to be strong, it becomes weak. It used to wake you up, now it puts you to sleep. ~Malcolm X
Unreservedly Me 