If only you could see with my eyes

Oh how often I wish you could see yourself with my eyes. See the shining spirit in your eyes, see every single freckle that makes you so unique, see your oh so gentle hands and your fragile figure - soft and beautiful, just like a flower. In me grows the need to protect you. Protect … Continue reading If only you could see with my eyes



​Who am I?  The only way I could react to this inquiry is with an answer that buries its own questions within. Those questions about who I am, I have so many of them. To whom? Me, you, and everyone. When trying to answer them my mind feels so full of its own emptiness and I … Continue reading Identity