Dear me, ten years from now

Perhaps impatience is a product of youth, running rapid, not yet skilled in age, not quite used to the pace at which life evolves. These days I find myself ruled by emotions of distress, and so I write this poem to you knowing that we grow wiser with age, and stronger with time, I’m hoping … Continue reading Dear me, ten years from now

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If love was a currency

if love was a currency, would you give some of it to a poor and lonely man with an empty heart seeking affection and attention, or would you only give it to your friends who are rich If love was a currency, would you be willing to give some to save a life, give hope … Continue reading If love was a currency