When the lights go out, we're all still human.

It's been a sweet sabbatical filled with movie-matinees, dinner-dates and late-night jazz/blues sessions. I've even had an opportunity to do a little singing...it's been pretty nice, but rather empty. When I decided about a month ago to start going out again, I didn't know what I was in for. I didn't expect to enjoy it and I didn't expect my longing for solace to become so deep.

No thoughts of relationship, courting or commitment...simply relaxing and hanging out with a couple of people who seemed to be enthralled with my zany humor and infectious laughter.

The satisfaction and thrill from it has been short-lived. It's laughable how many of us crave a certain lifestyle...everything we thought being grown was all about. Then, when we have an opportunity to spill out some Carpe Diem, we fall short of the ambition it takes to be that diva-chick.

I find myself still desiring this one man. A complete man who knows his faults and short-comings as well as mine, but sees the beauty in every sunshine, the bliss in the air-filled atmosphere, the invigoration behind one's ability to fill his/her lungs with weightless air.

I'm still waiting for you, babe. No matter how long it takes.

Selah!