Perpetual conflicts, it seems we always end up here. Tones produced that betray our inner most feelings as frustration boils over sizzling the hot eye on the stove of our emotions. But unfortunately there is no potion to be consumed to throw in reverse the things that we say and do, and yes its true life and death reside in the tongue, but the eyes are either too blind or preoccupied to watch what we say. But hey, this is the road we walk that we should pretty much be sued to
An unfiltered, unedited, exercise in exploration: So sweet are the words that drift from your lips to softly caress my ears. They give me comfort, they massage tension from my thoughts and allow me to relax into the possibilities of tomorrow. I am filled with gratitude at each sunrise, knowing that the light that shines will be accompanied by your faithfulness. Warming the coldest reaches of my heart and soul, unfreezing the parts that I had locked away hidden from the world.