Great struggles make for great stories.

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet,when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

you areas fleetingly beautifulas a mother’s tearsand a father’s pranksa brother’s bachelorhoodand a best friend’s bad mooda bride’s glittering jittersand a handsome stranger’s smile.

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

tread carefullyinto my life, my dear.the currents are strong.you will get lostin this warm oceanof my skin.

The magic fades too fastthe scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains...nothing lasts.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.