What makes us want to share? We read something, feel something, identify with someone like us. We know how it feels to love and win, love and lose ~ confront this thing called life. Taste the wine, release your thoughts…and share my diary with me
Touching releases ebb and flow.
spilling memory after memory
of he who is no longer here.
Don’t you want to remember,
when you were brought to climax,
just ‘cuz he was near.