Life is too short and too meaningfull to live it without purpose. I write to learn from myself and to hopefully enable others to learn from me. That is my purpose and my source of strength.
Love in enemy linesI feel for you next to me, but instead I slide my hand across this empty cold void where you once occupied. Why I ask does love not live here anymore. Please no knock at the door, no certified letter, no official phone call. I know the time and the day that you left me forever. I felt it deep down in my soul. My only hope is that as you were fading fast you felt the warmth of our love comforting you. I dream of the day of our eyes meeting again the feel of your strong arms entangling me, the feel of your hand softly stroking my face, and your lips pressing against mine. Until we meet again I will hold your face in my heart because your love lives here.