Ink is my testimony; I pour it out and watch it bubble then boil until it burns my fingertips. |
"Ready for warfare?", my mind antagonizes. |
My heart is sick with grenades. |
Sometimes you have to work on protecting yourself more than your desire to protect others. |
To all who have played hide-and-go-seek with words we wish could bubble out of our mouths like fountains that can make us young forever. |
Some days, I choose to wear a mask because it's easier to be on stage then off stage, where I run wild without lines or direction. |
Rest your heart now, child. For there are higher mountains you must soon climb. |
Let the truth and purpose of love guide you. Nothing else, my love. |
And the moon reflected in her eyes gave reassurance that she would never be alone.... even if his arms, she was without. |
Day will come and you will have relief from the night's vicious grip. Hold on. |