The craving for intimate relationships is a clear result of the dysfunctionality of human existence. I once stood at the door of pretense knocking hard if it would give meaning to my existence.

With all the soul ties the present has become a boat driven by the ocean tides. Not everyone understands because it takes listening to comprehend what is said. With all of the memories the present still feels so empty.

Here I sit, confused, yet time keeps moving. My heart is broken, yet the cause of it keeps living. It is a tale that never ends, so heal, love, and live.
© Ddawnofpoetry7