Closed Doors Pg. 3

Every night I light a candle. A prayer...for hope....for love. My prayer is that I will remain hopeful in Love and that Love will respect me and requite what I have put forth. Maybe give even a little bit more. For what is love if not driven to want to give more, to feel more, and to desire a high like no other drug could provide.  For there is nothing more powerful than Love and therefore no drug can extend its limbs of inhalation into the veins of what Love has already provided. Love is not stupid or naive, Love is Acknowledging. It is the known and the unknown. It is the fear of all fears of never fearing at all. It is brave. It is the known that the unknown brings fear but is brave enough to fare it and move forward. Love is.