Realizing your heart has been broken.

Poem relating to uncertainty…

One and the same in some way.

… my dearest friend. ♥

Spiritual poetry.

The first of April is the day we remember what we were the other days of the year. April is a promise that May is bound to come.

There is not the slightest doubt, what anxiety is about –
Call it stress, call it tension, call it comfort in suspension –

Two hearts when sit together talk about love…

Live.

Death is not often welcomed.