Oh, love is shaped like cities burning, Soot and ash is stretched between The sea and sky; these lonely islands Kiss the buildings, black and silent. Here my eyes look towards the brightest
Point of light, like some great sign.
And know the love-- I was reminded of the time I almost died. But do remind you close your eyelids, See the fine good colors that are left behind Like flaming fingers tracing lines. Oh, love is shaped like cities burning, Sifting through the ashes after. We will find your life in laughter, Oh, the black and breathing rapture.
Today, I am a willow tree. Instead of breaking in a storm, under the thunder and lightning, I will bounce back. I am a willow tree, fragile as it may seem. Creating shade in the sun - an escape from the burning heat - I will protect you. I am a willow tree with roots that are deep. I will not budge, but blow in your breeze. Today, I am a willow tree.
I drink, create, and sleep. All are problematic, but I am getting help on the sleeping part from a superior. Just trying to cut out on what is unnecessary.
I have wonderful life and all are important to me: family, friends and my love.