to be loved

love is torture concealed in sweet coatings but beneath the surface something wicked brews   love isn’t real it disappoints falling short of expectations. i envy those who are deceived   love feels real almost alive – a bouquet of roses cut from their stems. but the flowers always die.   so someone tell me what it is like to be truly loved?     … Continue reading to be loved

cry me a river

river bends inked with glistening pearls of water – hydrogen, oxygen that when separated are life taking, life giving. and together, life itself.   river bends caressed by steady flows of water that swim protected by clouds of flowering yellows pinks blues purples. by towering trees on bladed greens in crumbling browns. but now that’s all they are – memories of colour.   river bends … Continue reading cry me a river