Comments about M.W. Styner
Imagine, the wind being my last breath. If you listen closely, you can hear the beautiful melody in the night sky. As the wind blow past your heart, suddenly you feel the agony inside slowly cease.
When I think about you, I don't think about a woman I want to be intimate with. When I think about you, I think about a woman who I want to take her pain, anger, and guilt. Holding and loving the very things which make you feel ugly. Amazingly, awake the inner beauty.
When you smile, in that moment