Now
Now In the darkest hours of early winter before the sky becomes shaded in somber grey and creatures of the night are silently watching only the haunted rise and roam filled with demons lost without darkness feeling blindly through the dissonant fog deftly searching fingertips you touch, you touch, you touch and breathe in pain once again you touch, you touch, you touch and breathe in joy like fire there is no difference inhale exhale breathe Angela Minard 2015© "Allow beauty to shatter you regularly. The loveliest people are the ones who have been burnt and broken and torn at the seams, and yet still stand, their open hearts into the world to mend with love again, and again, and again. You must allow yourself to feel your life while your in it."~ Victoria Erickson