Your focus determines your reality.

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart…

In the winter of 2018, I returned to the South, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. 
It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. 
I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.

I could die for you. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, live for you.

I love you still, that’s the torment of it. The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you now know how much I hate you?!