Your touch upon my windows
has cursed my once short sight...
Wonder
Why you affect me so much...
There is no time like the present,
And no present compares to time...
I still feel the air above my head
I can touch the things that hide...
The last few weeks haven’t been light
Feeling down, unable to write...
Sadness overwhelms me,
the darkness is consuming...
I consider my self a Christian,
You know...
Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain...
Rose Hill (Lilibonelle...
There is nothing for me to forgive;
I hold no resentment, no anger, no disdain...
It was raining.
Wind was straining...
Golden are the flecks in the iris of your eyes
A deep forest green lit with beautiful fireflies...