wystswolf

In April, We first met And it was Love at first sight.

To be the wrong kind of right To be patient To endure

I have died a thousand deaths today

The dust motes drift languidly Like they have nowhere to be.

I loved a women once.

Go forth into the day And make it yours.

She is a cathedral. My masterwork

Weld: Bond of indelibly between two like strata. Usually much stronger than the strata itself.

You Cannot gently take a gift from a closed fist.

In the 5th grade, our class was studying Greek mythology when our art teacher suggested we build our own trojan horse.