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I WANT TO WRITE  I want to write about you About how you make feel like I am in heaven About how that makes me feel like I’d been locked out of heaven About how this is the only heaven I will be sent to But somehow; I can’t fathom how to do that. Maybe it’s because words for it haven’t been invented yet. I want to write to you, Tell you how you feel like home. Scratch that, how you are home. The Neo to my Trinity You are the Finn to my Racheal  The Chandler to my Monica Yet somehow, words escape me Maybe it’s because I won’t do them justice yet I want to write about you, About how you make me feel safe With you, saying “I am at Peace” is an understatement  And understood is a dominant emotion. Your plate has a side dish of contentment and tranquility which I gladly devour. You are my Mr. Serendipty Yet somehow, words are taking me for a wild goose hunt Maybe it’s because you were the treasure to be found. I want to write to you Tell you about that feeling  The one pe...

TWO TEARS IN A BUCKET Let us just say, I am not utterly ready for what I am about to write. But that’s okay, I got this. Oh wait, do I though? This is different, I feel different. It’s been different. It will always be different. I mean, how could it not when the one piece that was holding the whole set together has been removed? Well, nonetheless, I am okay. Oh wait, okay is one of those words people use to sparkle over a deeper truth. I swear I am not trying to splash glitter on a cypress tree and then call it a Christmas tree. I am okay because I am not ready for my truth. Truth! Now, isn’t that the most controversial word on earth? Let’s put aside sexuality and religion. Truth is a matter of perspective and if I am to be perfectly candid, very relative. Depending on where you are standing. That brings you to me. Well, that sounds wrong, but you get the point. My truth is; I am standing at the edge of a lake not knowing how thin the ice is and if I can cross over. That is my truth! ...