Happy Birthday – Dear One

{we’ve been us for eight years now.  or a dozen lifetimes, depending on how you measure.  births. deaths. non-profits.  divorce.  freefall. crash and burn.  beginnings and endings and beginnings.  falling in love and lust and hate and forgiveness. this day marks...

easy

am I too much for you? no, I’m not easy. don’t come to me for simple. you want that you’d best look somewhere else, dear i’ve got currents beneath my surface that will feel like ruthless riptides if you come too close without being ready to ride my waves i don’t do...