When I was young I felt alone,so I collected words. I used them to blanket me, shield, and pacify me. The words were building blocks of lives fully or extraordinarily lived. They described passion, danger and mystery. I felt through them that I could be, otherwise I lived as though nebulous. Like a thought half formed, never committed to paper. I often wondered why others around me seemed to have no problem being solid. I’ve existed in space that was limbo. A space where I was uncommitted to those around me, and worse yet I was uncommitted to myself.

Today I am like one of those cacti that only flower every 50 years or so. A rain has come to the desert that I grew in and I have bloomed. It is a glorious, shining bloom. The colour of love. I show this bloom to all that will look. I spout it. I transmit it with touch. I display it. I am committed to it. I let this light shine in my life, if you look you will see it in my words.

I have taken those words and shown myself to you. I put my thoughts on paper today. I use these words to solidify my life. to shine the light that I feel from that bloom. They are the light that I can give to you. when I say I love you I mean it