What else is there to write about than love and loss?

I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

The nature of love had totally escaped her until now. She had thought that if you lost it, you could never get it back, like a stone thrown down a well. But it was like the water at the bottom of the well, there when you can't even see it, shifting in the dark.

Good fortune can take forever to get to you, but as it turns out, sorrow is as quick as a shot.

I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.

I'm a really eclectic reader.