I have a definition for love that captures my heart and scares my soul, with these two legs attached to my body I’m running fast marathon behind me; crossing this finish line I cut with scissors, knots and bows.
Red signifies love away from the danger that I’ve been manifesting, with my heart on my sleeve; forgetting destiny, for-seeing the damage I might bring to this table of us, plain to see, vision blur and I promise you trust, telling you truth; but, only if you ask me to.
Erica L. Varela 