We put such stock into our scientific theories, but the reality is...we know so very little for certain. Accepted theories of what we take to be true change consistantly. We should therefore be open to ideas and possibilities that perhaps lie outside the box.

Don't be so quick to judge or dismiss things like UFO's, paranormal activity, or parallel dimensions just becuase they don't fit into what we think we know.

Just remember that the universe may very well be infinite, and we can't even venture out of our solar system.

I heard he tried to kill himself.
This makes me feel horrible.
Sometimes I feel guilty that he had everything taken away, and I gained all I ever wanted.
But I always told him that being such a negative person will only attract negative energy.
All of his greatest fears manifested, I believe, from focusing too intently on them.

So while he pointed a finger and tried to shut me out from the world,
I poured my energy into a snowy landscape and a rose quartz.

You don't have to believe in magick,
but I wished so hard for you...

There are times I think it's not even fair how one person can be so beautiful.

What have I done to deserve this?
Surely it must be a mistake.
A cosmic joke of sorts...

It's six am and I'm exhausted.
But I can't miss this opportunity to open my eyes and look.
The profile of his face is contrasted by the growing light in the window.
I map and memorize every line.
I study intensely, the language of his breathing.
The energy pulsing from me is so strong, I fear it will wake him.

I am eternally grateful to the universe.
When we coalesced from star dust, it created a sacred space.
A niche in his arms for me to collapse into.

Breathe in
Breathe in

Don't wake darling
Just keep me in mind

The world is a dream
But I know those eyes are safely wrapped away

I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting

I am sorry that she beats so wildly for you
The rhythm can be difficult to dance to

And damn near impossible to articulate

The long nights have never been more lovely.
I revel in the new act of conversation.
These thoughts I ponder no longer require a lock and key.
Intervention haunts me no more.
Though my mouth is still struggling to form the words, the ideas swim and swirl, radiating outward.

Fear shows its face sometimes...tapping me on the shoulder...
whispering in my ear...speaking like thorns on a vine.
This bull will certainly not charge knowing there is a stinger lying in wait.


But he pushes his tongue to his teeth when he laughs...
And this, I can't resist.

There is a creature who provokes such desire in me that it's rediculous.

hopelessly waiting,
waiting for you.

I feel like a peeping tom,
as I watch him walk to work each day.