The Mind is a Terrible Thing…

I have this thing with writing. It’s a love/hate thing. It’s a good/bad thing. It’s that thing where you sometimes would rather stick the pen in your eye then stick it to paper. It’s also that thing that puts the blood back in your body after you’ve already lost so much. It flows through the…

Seasonal Love

Love. Love is like the wind. Can’t see it but you can feel it. Love is like the sea. Crashing forward and ebbing away. Or is it? It seems like the seasons. Seasons twisting and weaving into each other. Each becoming indistinguishable from the other. Love is like spring time. It’s light and airy and…