I was told I should write.. About? …about a love that was looming as jagged rocks from wind swept tides that once was safe moorings? No anchor was weighty enough to hold it, to keep it safe from the sirens that hide and lure into the heavy fog billowy white.
A love that called to me, yet was ever fleeting and tossed about mercilessly. From whence it came was undefined, and to where it’s thundering emotions will drag my heart is an unfathomable relentless blight!
Is there cure, or solace, or escape afloat? or do I sink to it’s...