Questions without answers.

But what are we then? It will be misleading to describe a person for what they wear or the shape of their face. Even more off target will it be to delineate a breathing being for the size of their belly or the color of their skin. How is it to be considered legitimate, toContinue reading “Questions without answers.”

In search of whatever it is, love.

“…he’s more myself Than I am.  Whatever our souls  Are made of,  His and mine  Are the same.”     -Emily Bronte (Wuthering Heights)  What is love? This question certainly might have come up in each one of our minds at least once. But how many of us have an answer for it, that couldContinue reading “In search of whatever it is, love.”

Broken thoughts

But why do I feel like I will never be enough?That you will leave,No matter how deeply I fall for you,Everyday, in every way?This labyrinth, it’s doing me no good.I know this, yet, I choose to stay.And for an us of someday, I choose to dream. Because Love is a mystery in many ways.And mine,Continue reading “Broken thoughts”

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