Luminosity, it’s present, a presence; Security, it’s safety, a support beam,         you are to me.

Adorned, I adore.

(I’ve missed talking to you. The daily darkness delivered the event the that will change everything in my life, and ever since, I wonder how I will find light watching someone battle death?

I see fortune in my distraction into you as my propensity, with my utterly inappropriate attraction to your luminosity.

If only I could write your story, a book about inspiration in a world filled with depression.

Every sunset I ponder your creative process, wishing upon the stars behind the clouds that I could take the magic school bus into your brain…

I wish to watch the flash-dance of lightning ideas, the brightening neurotransmitters, actively changing the future with the motivation of growth.

If you knew how much it would mean to embrace you, my dream…OH! Such a dangerous thing!

I sware you wouldn’t be able to help but fall in love with me;)

Times are beyond challenging when a parent is sick, so I’m so glad I have you to escape into.