Objects lure weak minds.
Strong minds are drawn to objectives.

What happens after death?
Someone sheds a tear for you,
smiles for you,
and the memories live on,
as you live on,
alive in another.

You had no trust in me
until I gave it you.

Reading your mind is like reading an ancient manuscript.

Difficult to understand, yet
fascinating.

When the sun shines
i am nothing but beautiful
When the raindrops kiss my face
i am weak
When the heavens are torn open
i wait. Silent
When they burst and lash out with furios flashes of fire and thunder
I am tempestuous
unfair

unfeminine

You say you love every part of me
but on my worst day
i am solitary
On my best,
i am yours

When i love you
i am inadequate
When you abuse me
**i am woman