We negotiate the destination. Hand in hand on our journey. I see past the bounds of my knowledge as the blind man taps the curb. In this war of words, I’m engaged! Contend with me, let’s risk our trust. I may at times make you cry, but I will always love you.
I will cry, until my tears overflow the rivers and become lost to the seas. I will cry, until the deserts thirst is quenched and raindrops drip life onto the barren. I will cry, until the angels pluck a melody onto my poetic chords and carry me home to rest. Alone, I cry and likeContinue reading “I will cry”