rain-coats

     Vines entangle themselves around the now abandoned church. The stems, once tame and modest, now overflow across the front yard and out of the property. Like many houses in the north become half covered with snow after a blizzard, the succulent engulfs the carefully detailed countryside.      There were once other flora here, but a brutal frost decimated all but the most tenacious of the landscape; only the succulent, it’s roots the strongest, and a few unflowered weeds persist. The combination of the plants almost appear as water:  the succulent pouring out one end of the terracotta, the weeds jetting towards the sky as plumes of

My Love, If we should face the world, then let us do it together. I can be Bonnie, and you can be Clyde. If our love should best be kept hidden, then let us proclaim it from the rooftops. I can be Romeo, and you can be Juliet. If our love should go against all religion, then let us be sinners. I can be Motier, and you can be De Sare. If our love should last forever, then let us be intertwined. I can be you, and you can be me. Together we're complete.

My Love, Alone I am fragile; together we are strong. With you I could travel to where we both belong. Although it is uncertain how our future may unravel: I want to be with you.

To me, change is like A giant breath of fresh air; The sun rising each morning. Stagnant life is like A silent suffocation, A sunset on adventure.

Love is an odd creature. It may soar to the clouds, Or it may dive 20,000 leagues under.

Feelings are like water. Rage: swells like the hurricane. Fear: hits men like a river. Happiness: rain drops on the tongue.