Like electricity wires; red, yellow, green, white and black – we are so different yet can’t work without one another. We are so hot, even when times are cold. We are so on, even when the lights are out. We are so happy, even when the world isn’t. We are so bright, even when it’s dull outside. Inside, our light burns so bright, even without fuel. Short circuit or perfection, our only rule of law is to dream big, and make love.
Black Roses 
Raw. Wild. Unruly. Unrefined. Free. Just a few words to describe how I feel about this post. From you’re “Undercover Over-Lover” friend.
Thanks. I actually really like this post and that you like it too, xx