What kills love is not time but the hunger unfed, the fire untended, the body that forgets how to say yes.

I'm trying to find my way through this obscuring fog, a thick veil called psychosis.    Navigating unmedicated  is near impossible.   Being off an anti-psychotic    itself is insanity! I was off onto this foggy path, a path with an uncertain end.   Now, medicated, that dreaded veil lifts, and everything clears, the...

As my lips pressed into yours,my hand rested on your neck. As my chest pressed into yours,your heartbeat I felt was so profound. As my other hand guided yours to my neck, you felt the blood surging from my head down. As...