MuguRe

I looked at you, Our eyes met and held In that moment you cast your spell I looked away but the damage, already done I left but my soul lingered and merged with yours I ran away but my heartbeat was left at your feet Beating to a rhythm you orchestrated. I keep coming back when I shouldn't Keep holding on when it's much safer To run like the wind in the opposite direction You are my life, my soul, my heart So intertwined we are I am lost when you are gone My reason to be more dwindles without you I breathe you in and fall in love with each heave Unconditionally you come in and my arms keep you in This spell is stronger than both of us What good shall come of it? I have tried to dispel it But I seem to weave more than unweave I am you You are me Spellbound to eternity

I am listening to India Ire sing 'Private Party'. A celebration of the woman she has become. So, when was the last time you threw yourself a party, did all your favourite things in the world, shut out the rest of the world and sat with you, laughed, sang, danced and cried? Cleansed your body and soul of the world tardiness, war and rumours of wars, hunger, lack, leftover anger at the persons you had allowed to hurt you, treat you like crap, took all you had and never gave back, for the family who constantly don't see or hear you, the friends who choose to become your enemies, the boss who never gives you credit or the colleague who just doesn't seem to get it? How about throwing you that party? You go all out, get your favourite stuff together; a book, bubble bath, a great wine or chocolate vanilla ice cream; or the sinfully delicious cheese cake (forget the waistline for this once), some great music, hide away and give thanks for the person you have become, for the c