The truth is, Valentine's is great for those of us who watch. But there's a thorn on every rose.
A while has transpired between then and now.
The library is made by its readers and the writers.
In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
I can wish that the weekend should have been better, but I'll just put it to rest and move on.
It's very easy to go wrong with lights.
I don't know how long it will take me to allow myself to get scared again.
I grew up in the midst of a society that considered 'gay' a bad word.
Much like people, there are layers to coffee.
We think the lines are blurred but that's an excuse.