Some days my mind is a deep dark hell where passion takes over, when the bleeding red and black hate holds sway. Then unwittingly I move to the next day ... to sunshine and yellow hues. Only to wake up again to a place  where memories of love, what was and what could have been sweeps in. Dissipate  in another day where magic of fairies, toadstools and sun dappled flowers seep in. So don't judge me or even pray for me, just walk with me and share my deep dark places, my shadows and my light....