y writing process is a peculiar one. While I always admired writers and dreamt of someday having the patience to want to write more than a few sentences, I felt too lazy. Still do. But something has changed. I don’t actually enjoy writing. But I am compelled to. Let it out. Let the words form and be free

And so it shall be

 
As summer nears it’s end, we look forward to fall, filled with many nights, spent snuggling and cozying up with hot chocolate, a glass of wine, or could it be? The partner of our dreams, who will fill that void in us

Dark nights, that beg to be explored, savored, with the right One

When you Dream, do you dream of me…? We ask

We long to be united

Our darkness melding into One greatness

Perhaps I have met you once. I have memories

We have always tried to merge. Never quite reaching that place

But I feel we are so close now

Maybe this time

But I can’t help wonder …will that be enough? Will that satiate my soul?  

Will I fulfill all your needs and you mine..

Or will we be heartbroken

When realizing the Truth

That we never really needed each other

That it was all but a beautiful dream

A Fantasy

Yes, that is the truth.  

But yet, I feel not quite full without you

Somewhere in me

There is a space

There will always be a place

For you

Garden of Possibilities

This space is very beautiful, light, expansive and airy

I feel like we’re almost floating in here

You are translucent. As Am I

I look closer, and realize you never really existed

But a projection of my mind

A hologram

I am sick with grief over losing something I never had

But was inside Me the Whole time

We are finally united

It’s a strange relationship

 
Welcome Home

 
(Am I still dreaming?