a journey to recovery a backward-never-trip to restoration narrow and thorny shallow and stony so many pieces waiting to be…

the river Styx is what I’ve become healing your heart of all its hurts never more to ache

black blue sky          you     and              me, wrapped in sexy, secret darkness                   in dream awake ~    …

unfolding the paths by fate designed ~ sunrise

words are nought but noise when lips are four

knitted bodies coated in sweat mending the broken staircase of love and passion

morning light through the curtains ~ ray of hope

his love and presence vanished all self and doubts ~ rebirth

wandering, in a maze as if in a daze a lone cloud, over hills and vales troubled soul nestling, on…