Through the years as the fire starts to mellow, burning lines in the book of our lives. Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow, I'll be in love with you.

Now is the only thing that exists.

I believe in God, but not in any rational or theological scope.

I was blessed with a gift. It's a gift and a curse. It never ends

The dogs, and home, privacy is my constant.

Too many hearts have been broken, failing to trust what they feel.

I choose to express myself.