Old Words; Words That Nearly

Most Things, Even The Greatest Movements On Earth, Have Their Beginnings In Something Small. An Earthquake That Shatters A City Might Begin With A Tremble, A Breath. Music Begins With A Vibration . . . And God Created The Whole Universe From An Atom No Bigger Than A Thought.

My Heart Is Fluid And Soaring. There's No Longer Any Space Between Heartbeats.

...into Hate, Into Refusal, Against Hope And Without Fear

It Seemed A Lifetime Ago I'd Lain In Bed With Lena And Felt Her Breath Tickling My Chin And Held Her While She Slept, Felt Her Heart Beating Through Her Skin To Mine. It Was A Lifetime Ago. Everything Was Different.

Love: A Single Word, A Wispy Thing, A Word No Bigger Or Longer Than An Edge.