My First Post

My heart longs to tell stories, my heart like sentences with unending punctuation will be published here, sooner, rather than later, these will all be the words that we hang from.

Letters loosed around my neck, and I just want to break out, spill my insides on this cold floor to let the records show where I have been, in my absence, my heart longs to speak

My heart longs to tell of love, tell of the love that has come in, and set; and the love symbolized on such a day unlike today, for the love of today is fleeting with its pagentry and presents, it is the other days when love will stay; one night does not make a lifetime and soon you shall swim in the deeper meanings of these words.

It is not only my heart that aches for these desires, it is my lips, they long to stand testament, for you to taste what sweetness two lips can destroy between the lips of another desiring; for you to taste what sweetness two lips can destroy between the beats of a still silent heart open for your view.