The Truth About Nothing

All I need is you. If, you exist.

Falling In Hate

Until every atom of your body is consumed in misgivings.
Until your every bone is sore.
Until your every living moment is an act of conspiracy.
Hold on....
Love...is the warmth of sand beneath your feet. A sun kissed bed on a winter morning.
Hate is the cold hard floor.
You really do fall in hate.

When The Time Comes

Hold on a little longer. Or, don't.
But make sure you leap, when you let go.