Have a little more love.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Have a little more love.
Chapter 1 Why We Write Everyone feels inconspicuous, just one among many, but every once in a while a person feels something more, an instinct which burns in lifelong desire.
I am more alive than ever before, ready to hope with no fear or pain.
Life is measured in a choice between death and living with the eagerness for more.
Stop and laugh more.
I am better alone I think, an eclectic coffee table stacked with books, I feel more vulnerable to this than to any lover.
Everyday life was much more than to just survive.
If I had the chance to live would I take it? Would I do more? Or nothing?
I love more than life itself.
The bookworm, left alone to read. One page is too elusive. Another minute here, just a little more time.