“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.“ ~ Brian Andreas Love …
You can find my original article published here on elephant journal. My power is not diminished by the tears that cascade tenderly down my gentle face, sweeping over savannas of freckles and the treasure map of scars, to caress my waiting lips with their soothing holy water. The waterfall of my pain does not weaken me, …
The dark clouds of misery suffocate me. They suck the colour from my life, banish the light. It feels like I am losing the essence of who I am inside; that I will never be happy again. I wrestle with urge to give up and let despair take me. Surrender to the agony of …