I write about women & love a lot

The simple essence of love 

The irony behind being weak enough to understand it

To grasp it

To hold it 

To be close enough to want it for yourself 

The criticism you receive from people 

Who have once loved

& who have been loved

Finding joy in a person 

Receiving pain from that same person 

Accepting life

Weather Report

So many faces surround me yet I'm still unfamiliar. Take off your masks. A stranger clinches their coat while passing me. The wind howls through the city's streets & allies, chilling us both. "You dropped your knife" I say. They double back. We speak the same language but we are not of the same brotherhood. A flower pedal falls into a still pond. People laugh but nobody really notices.