I slept. I dreamt. I rose.
Separated by a moment in time, we’re thinking the same thing.
You are loved if you are free, a hostage, an escapee, if you seek love and can’t recognize it.
You keep us all bonded in love eternally.
Maybe I’m in disbelief that there hasn’t been a nuclear war in our relationship, that I could still love someone after all this time.
Her time here is tenuous.
Most of all I hate how our love had to end.
I almost walked out from and into oncoming traffic, in a dream-like state, having just come from your warm bed.
It’s already the best day I’ve ever had.
Everything that you threw out she loves.
I’m not supposed to love you, but I do.
The truth is, I was saved by your love.
I am liberating myself for you to be free.
– 100 Words on Love, by Shemshon Williams – We’ve passed each other several times exchanging pleasantries. As we sit in this room, you at your table me at mine, with nothing but space and opportunity separating us, I wonder what’s different about this moment. I looked away from the television for just a […]
Setting you free would be like losing a part of me.
Lately I feel like I loveyou-hateyou-loveyou-hateyou.