Razor Love

He cuts my heart like a razor; I want him to trust, to accept and to grow with. I continue to bleed longing for him… I desire to reach out and touch him, to hold him close and lift his burdens; just long enough for him to breath, just long enough for him to love...

Spring

Spring has come, rain ponds against my window at night. Cleansing my heart, washing away doubts, reorganizing my spirit. My imagination takes me to all the corners of my mind, processing, analyzing, as I lay there and listen to the sound of life. I can see the apple and cherry blossoms from my bed… The smell of the roses just beginning to bloom and the sweet, sweet of lilac rising to my window. I close my eyes and find myself absorbing the goodness that surrounds me. Spring has come...