It’s a funny thing. Feels like that real emotion that every man runs from but every woman runs towards, seeking it, the evasive. When you shake the tree, attachment still lets the cobwebs hang giving one the impression that there is more there than thought.
I want to savor this feeling, it’s a thread of hope, unspooling and unfurling with each passing day, each encounter, each conversation. A hope that is a thought. That, perhaps, this time… this edge on which we stand is leading us to a jump… into a bottomless pool of happiness, love and complete joy, one […]
The rain began to fall down softly, drops tapping gently against the earth. I never felt the urge to run or dash beneath an eave or leafy tree, like everyone else on the street. Instead, my pace slowed and I looked down, forcing my curls to fall in front of my face, to fight the […]
I hesitated, not wishing to call it out. My cards splayed out on the table, the dealer looking at me expectantly …and you? Your cards are held close to your chest and I cannot tell what floats in your eyes, and the dealer perhaps knows, but His face remains neutral. You steal glances at me, […]
A thin thread of something unnamed hangs tautly between us, spooled and fueled, growing in intensity, but also requiring strong consideration for interspace and pragmatism. But this thread that spools so deliciously, calling and pulling on invisible threads, is of the sweet, unexpected kind. The most dangerous thread of all.
Over the last two weeks, I have run into your closest friends. They did not recognize me at first sight. I don’t blame them. I have changed in the last 9 years. The last time they saw me was when we were lowering you into the ground in November of 2010. One looked old. I […]
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