Nestled feed in the centre of my being, I nurture the very purpose of my existance. No words to articulate the depth of this desire within of, Patience slowly taking its toll. Still, hope stirs in my heart, A dream...

It is to defer the retina Of ones true eye, Skewed by chagrin’s Of life’s light residing in our love to be… what we dream of, however pliant there only seems to be the so called “reality” where dreaming is...