Outpourings

I don't know what the purpose of this blog is anymore. I guess I simply use it as an outlet when I need one. Maybe it will spark someone's interest. Maybe it will go unnoticed. I'm OK with either.

I'm no poet; that's for sure, but sometimes we have to express ourselves in a specific medium in order to do our hearts justice.

When you speak these words,

My mind goes quiet.

When my heart feels them,

My mouth becomes mute.
When I desire you,

I feel like running.

Happiness is my greatest sorrow.