I don’t know how to wait without withering. My petals close upon themselves in the mere motion of a minute, … More
Her delicate, but beautiful tendrils of emotion sprouted from the darkest of places.
I have many internal feuds. Naughty vs. Nice. Dark vs. Light. Work vs. Pleasure. Past vs. Present vs. Future. Writing … More
I love sand dollars, intact but with imperfect, chipped edges. I love honeysuckle that drips with sweet dew. I love … More
There is beauty in the grey Nuances of color, undefined Blurred answers to questions Ones are most afraid to … More
The dawn paints love notes with words of emoted hue Fine lines of arousal and promises of celestial view … More
I know I need the light forgetting and forgiving can bring But the valleys of my scars cut too deep, … More
A friend shared this on FB with me. I thought I would pay it forward.
The curvature of her chaos carries the infinite unbalance of her vulnerability, vying with her intangible strength She flies, floats, … More
The benches are always worn and splintered. The view is always different, but the same. Water laps upon shores, whispering … More