Can I open my heart? There are days in my life when I look back at the things I've been through, gone through, escaped from, and survived and I wonder how the heck did I ever get here? This can't be real life? This cannot last. This life that looked nothing like the dirt filled streets of Jamaica as a young child with a mother fighting to make a life for us overseas. Alone with a father who loved us but had demons of his own.Read More
Where arms wrap tight around me and never let's go.
Where intelligence intertwine between two souls on a blue couch among two cups of Starbucks coffee
Where we fight over the remote.
Where we become one.