SEE(K)ING LIGHT

One of the most mysterious  things about love, is that we have a hard time defining what it is, or where it comes from. As a Christian, my belief is that God is the root of love, and therefore, it is not to be easily understood or interpreted . We live it out by thinking of others more.  love As if it is air It fills the quivering soul Presses your weary heart to beat on There is always wanting more A power like nothing else Cleansing, overwhelming, and pure A true craving grows with its taste For love's fulfilling control

It's my second post on here. If I posted the piece I wrote on Thursday, you would imagine I'm good at being productive, that I'm organized, and structured. No.

     I wanted to do this for a while. Quite a while. There is no fancy way I can explain why, obviously this is for attention, and a way for me to work through my thoughts.You have probably looked over to  my profile, and hopefully saw something that piqued your interest. That's actually one of my  favorite words ever, "Piqued." Wait! I'm boring you! So sorry! Simply put, I'm excited to be doing this, blogging,  sharing my works  of fiction and perhaps some poetry. Holding discussions with other writers, and being a light in this  world. I realize I don't need a blog to do that, though it might help me connect with people on the  other side of the country, or world. Thank you for bearing with me, I hope you have a lovely day! -  Salvaged Wreck