Way back in November I taped this picture up inside my closet door. It grabbed my attention at a card store…
Today, I decided
A broken piece of art she was , moulded in the best of what he could do .A perfect piece for him , but not for others . Does…
Setting sun has a story to tell ,I and moon have a beautiful gel.One comes out and the other draws back,all the moon lovers keep a…
Hope looks like a person who thinks I’m worth talking to and whom I have no problem giving my time to.
Hope looks like stray cats having something to eat every day.
Hope looks like sleeping safely, soundlessly, deeply.
Hope sounds like a late-night party (I’m not a party person but I like to hear other people have a good time with their friends).
Hope sounds like a usually angry person speaking softly with a gentle face.
At any given moment, the world around you is a random sample of humanity.
I am angry.
I will kiss my loveruntil my back arches, and placehis hands against my sternumin case he needs something to beat back into hispalmsbecausethe only remedy for this kind offearis softenessis clemencyis warm blanketsis lips pressed against one another, makingtreaties trucesarmistice admidstearthquakes…