From Sessions In The Balcony: Insomnia Poetry

This is one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I have read in such a long time

The Written Addiction

I cannot say why or how or if I know for certain.
I can only say that I know my love is real.
I know my love is real because

I feel it.
It lives and breathes. It feels and it weeps.
My love is a laugh that I could not live without.
It’s a soft touch.
My love is the feel I get when I hear a name and I realize,
at last, I know I’m not alone.


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