i have looked to the soul of me, a mirror is my guidens and it shields me all i seek, the wanting the struggles, giving, taken and begging for the chapter to end, love is a shield a blanket that holds us together weather we want it to or not.
is it enough to grab it and never let go, is it the burning inside that increases us to want more and more each time we think it's not enough, like the blind leading the blind we know that a love which is giving is the gift of a touch a warm body to escape into, when is it enogh to just beloved and not ask question's, silly us we know not of enough, because we constantly reach for more choking the one next to us,
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
