I look tough

i must look tough. inside i am not. i am really tired of being strong, of holding up. it's someone else's turn, now.

Love (a poem)

Love, you came into my life to move me
Beyond any dream or expectation
Rounding out the life I had without you
Completing me
Symbiotically the rhythm I needed to survive
The intravenous fluid I need
The meaning to my existence
You are my blood, my viscosity, my raison d’etre
Falling to you, loving you, without question…

a Beginning

my first blog..........
by definition it needs to be fuzzy and meaningless.
I am born today, to define a new place to be...
to be an identity without a home, and a home without an owner.
Seek not to fit me into a space; instead, seek a space to fit the world into...
Love not, want not.
Love more, want more.
ask more
die more