Life is unpredictable. It changes with the seasons. Even your coldest winter happens for the best of reasons. And though it feels eternal, like all you'll ever do is freeze. I promise spring is coming and with it, brand new leaves. (poem and picture by Er
Actually it hurts worse. If I’m not loving in the way that is uniquely ‘my way’ then I’m not being true to myself. I have never loved half way, that kind of loving is not me. Just thinking about this brings back such hurtful memories.
Such a beautiful hybrid of chaos and grace, a magnetic angel with a golden face. A thrill for danger and volatile mind, such a hypnotic being separate from mankind. Shrounded in devotion him as my guide, I'll be his Bonnie and he'll be my Clyde.