The first time I fell in love:

The first time I fell in love:

The first time I fell in love,
I was seven and staring at
a multi colored rose.
Yellow and red mingled
like two people holding hands,
and when I reached up to grab it,
I felt the bite of thorns.

I learned what it meant
to hesitate before I touched,
to measure beauty with risk,
and how to heal and bear scars.

I am twenty two and in love with you
but my fingers tremble
when they are entwined with yours.

I hold my breath when you kiss me.

I pull away before you do.

You are so beautiful it hurts
every time you smile,
I feel my lungs hitch
and my heart falter in its stead.

I am seven years old and bleeding,
trying to understand why it is
that loving can be so painful.

But I am holding you anyways,
entombing you deeper and deeper
in the hollow of my chest,

knowing full and well
that you are intrinsic to me now,
that your name is scarred
in the depths of my being,

that there is nothing to this world
if it does not have you in it,

that you could ruin me
and it would kill me
to see you go.

But I first learned love
when I was seven,
and at twenty two
all that I love
is in you.

2 Timothy Chapter 1 KJV:

2 Timothy Chapter 1 KJV:

Paul, an apostle of Jesus Christ by the will of God, according to the promise of life which is in Christ Jesus,

2To Timothy, my dearly beloved son: Grace, mercy, and peace, from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord.

3I thank God, whom I serve from my forefathers with pure conscience, that without ceasing I have remembrance of thee in my prayers night and day;

4Greatly desiring to see thee, being mindful of thy tears, that I may be filled with joy;

5When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice; and I am persuaded that in thee also.

6Wherefore I put thee in remembrance that thou stir up the gift of God, which is in thee by the putting on of my hands.

7For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

8Be not thou therefore ashamed of the testimony of our Lord, nor of me his prisoner: but be thou partaker of the afflictions of the gospel according to the power of God;

9Who hath saved us, and called us with an holy calling, not according to our works, but according to his own purpose and grace, which was given us in Christ Jesus before the world began,

10But is now made manifest by the appearing of our Saviour Jesus Christ, who hath abolished death, and hath brought life and immortality to light through the gospel:

11Whereunto I am appointed a preacher, and an apostle, and a teacher of the Gentiles.

12For the which cause I also suffer these things: nevertheless I am not ashamed: for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.

13Hold fast the form of sound words, which thou hast heard of me, in faith and love which is in Christ Jesus.

14That good thing which was committed unto thee keep by the Holy Ghost which dwelleth in us.

15This thou knowest, that all they which are in Asia be turned away from me; of whom are Phygellus and Hermogenes.

16The Lord give mercy unto the house of Onesiphorus; for he oft refreshed me, and was not ashamed of my chain:

17But, when he was in Rome, he sought me out very diligently, and found me.

18The Lord grant unto him that he may find mercy of the Lord in that day: and in how many things he ministered unto me at Ephesus, thou knowest very well.

Death’s-head Hawkmoth:

Death’s-head Hawkmoth:

The name refers to any one of the three species (A. atropos, A. styx and A. lachesis) of moth in the genus Acherontia. These moths are easily distinguishable by the vaguely human skull-shaped pattern of markings on the thorax. These moths have several unusual features. All three species have the ability to emit a loud squeak if irritated.

The two of the tree species named after the Moirai in Greek mythology (the Fates) Lachesis (allotter) and Atropos (unturnable). The word Styx (also meaning “hate” and “detestation”) is a river in Greek mythology that formed the boundary between Earth and the Underworld.