Brave is that druid who risked its life to render the most magnificent, exquisite bloom...

I tread on the suspense of not knowing, the bittersweet...My infinitely impatient nature remains outwardly still and frozen, unable to open

All I want to do is run into her arms and say, "Sister here I am. Hold my hand and never let go. Let us be in bloodbond"

Between the lines live my forbidden desires: the intense want to hold onto anyone who will stay through the fleeting years...

Born of angels - not a mother, not a father - raised by love incarnate in a vivid world without color, where the harsh contrasts of white on black cease to frame the grainy faces...