I love

I love life, but not how I have to live life not by my standards.

I love people, but not how I have to love people by their standards.

I love myself, but not how I lie to myself.

I love freedom. I love the freedom to be myself. 

I love sincerity. I love the little comforting words friends say when they mean it. 

I love people with a weak heart - for they are the most sensitive souls with the purest thoughts.

I love children - for their outlook on life - on how a little smile and a gentle word can make darkness pull away like a eager tide.

I love old people - for they have lost so much that they are not afraid to lose more.

I love mad people - for they feel.

I love the little voice within me - that speaks of right and wrong.

I love to love.

Do you?

I Was Ok (A Poem by me)

Familiar feelings once loom again

The dullness -

The slow, but throbbing heart -- -- -- -

The heaviness set once again, -

recalled by ages

- come.

The many –

swivelling thoughts –

of “what-if”. What if. What if

life - gave better choices. What if

life revealed more its - truth. What if

life was easy.

What if love

Was easy,

No?

What if -