It's simply a misconception called love.
Rain falls, I cry Finally I match the sky
It seems no one has the time to stop and appreciate the world around them. We're always busy, always moving.
A poem about time.
It's raining knives. They come down so fast you don't see them coming.
It was the jarring sound of fingernails on a chalkboard
Or furniture scratching wood floors as the layout of the room changed
A poem about grief and letting go the ones you love the most.
Can you really love someone you didn't know? A poem that explores questions about relationships and love where you feel there might not be any left.
It's never the end, simply just a bend.
A had a desire, almost a need to express this in any way I could to the universe. Thank you for giving me the platform to share how I choose to live my next 47 years.