I get inspire by the letters Frida and Diego shared I even relate to the letters between Franz and Milena Then, I feel too much of you The feeling trying to take over and the feeling takes over… it hangs on I sit and try to translate the never ending vapor of my chaotic thoughts…

I feel empty. The kind of empty that cannot be filled with noise, music, or company. The kind of empty that echos throughout my body. The kind of empty that lingers and sticks to me no matter how hard I fight it. The kind of empty that leaves me breathless. I feel empty. The kind…

Your name is not a combination of letters. Your voice is not an echo in the void. Your face is not just beautiful features. Your smile is not a beautiful curve. Your name is the butterflies in my stomach. Your voice is my soothing midnight lullaby. Your face is the artwork I have hung in…

I have heard that sometimes it is too soon to call someone: my love or my heart…. I mean especially when I haven’t known you for long. A year was it? A year is nothing compared to the amount of time that is supposed to be “the right time” to tell someone the words you…