My Two Cents

No one foresaw it would feel this way, during its nascence -- The headiness of my hand in his and our mingled scents. That this sensation would remain long since. So much so it permeates my dreams as cense. It makes no sense. ~Just L (January 9, 2017)

After a while

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and … Continue reading After a while