I love you like radios love Christmas music during advent season. Romance in the season of single digits and hand holding. Hearts crafted in snow plowed from the driveway. Cold hands by mini infernos. Twinkling lights around the house. A decorated tree in the living room. Illuminating angels and sentient snowmen donning top hats. Red … Continue reading Wednesday Writes: love in winter
Is it love? Or is it real? Enchanted, ephemeral experience. Taking root in the cracks of the cardiac. It comforts and attacks. It extends and contracts.
My melanin has hell in it, I heard them say. My music is pure foolishness; they always pay.
You're a perfect mystery. An imperfect masterpiece, missing an important puzzle piece.
When your mental health is on life alert, find your medicine in the confession of your condition to a caring community.
A crippling romance. The worthless chaos.
My silence is an asylum to the madness of the spinning orb I call my residence.