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.
