Spring

I want to entice you with silly memoirs and quaint anecdotes. I so dearly will you to enter my world, to succumb to your fears, your doubts, and your inspirations. I want you to taste my words as I utter them. I want you to touch my words as they travel to you, a jagged knife or a soft caress. I will share with you all of the carcasses of yesterday’s mistakes and grievances, and the promises of a more perfect tomorrow. I simply want to be by your side, allowing you a portion of every step I make in the world.