I talk read walk a little bit too fast, I trip over tongue and toes in my rush to get to where my head and feet want to go. The trick is knowing where you should stand and how to listen to catch it all.
That moment of waking warm from dreams and into a fantasy somehow made real, I think of that moment, attempt to imagine the one who could fill that space pressing against my side. It is not that I wake up cold alone in the morning. I wake to the warmth of loving where I am … Continue reading waking
I love the way that words can connect two minds, leave a vast canvas of thoughts exposed for each to explore, but there are times when I just want more. Sometimes I do not want an email or text message, a comment or an IM-- there are times when I want the sound of a … Continue reading voice
I am searching for a long, cool hallway that leads to a place where I can rest from the sharp mess swirling around me.