You Love Her
Perhaps my life hasn’t prepared me for her arrival, but rather prepared me for her absence.
Perhaps my life hasn’t prepared me for her arrival, but rather prepared me for her absence.
…for all the things she knows, there are many things she doesn’t.
Despite my story wishing things were different, that for once a heart was in tune with mine, and that the timing was perfect for a resurrection of my hope, there is always something I can do.
Sanity seems a darkness in which I’ve lived too long. I wish to walk in the light of craziness!
That truths that remain unsaid are but a poison, slowly killing the things that ought to be.
They say that people our age have found their independence, and made an irreconcilable agreement to give our time to very few, and devote our lives to even fewer of those who would seek more of our attention.