You are...

You're like Black oil, so sticky and dark,
I want to run my fingers through you.
Or maybe you're more like honey,
sweet and warm,
I want to drizzle you over my toast.
I'm thinking purple cotton candy,
you stick to my hands, and palms,
even my elbows (how'd you get there?)
i want to lick you off bit by bit.
Black oil, warm honey, and purple cotton candy.
dark, sweet, and everywhere.

Surprises

Life surprises you sometimes. Just when you think you are close to losing everything, including yourself, a sign comes out of nowhere letting you know it's okay. Stress, whether it be financial or academic, is enough to make the strongest man crumble. But, I think of the people who are depending on me. The people who need me. The people I need. The people who made me. The people who are making me. Man, it's just crazy. So many times I get so caught up in myself, and I forget all the people. It's easy to do when you're so consumed with work, especially when miles and oceans separate you from them. But, I'm realizing that this is so much more than me. It's about a movement of love. Love. Love. Love. I need it. Gotta have it. Won't leave without it.