An Artist's Mind

I’ve watched my mother wither away from a passionate woman to a lifeless corpse for most of my being.

I’ve tasted the Suicide of a love with my blood soaked lips on a night when the snow was cold.

I’ve felt the heartbeat of the mightiest River come to an end in a swift blow under my trembling hand.

I’ve cried the tears of years in a few moments while pierced through my bleeding chest.

I’ve been tested in just about every way one could be.

I am a man capable of demonstrating my convictions without thought.

I am a man that is willing to die for my beliefs.

The effort I place in surviving each day holding true to these words and this past sometimes consumes me.

However…

It is in the past that the pain lives.

The effortless understanding of what present and future I see when I look into you’re eyes…

…is nearly as overwhelming as the way in which I am capable of loving you.

So many things I’ve done.

So many things I do.

None quite as effortless…

…as simply…

…Loving You.