I’m afraid, I lose sense of time most of the day. One minute I’m writing and the other I’m just lost, lost somewhere in the land of… Read more “Imagination”
What I speak, in mirth or distress, it’s all the same, depends what ears you have on. I’m crazy…ain’t I? I’m insane…I’m not I’m bold…I’m not I’m… Read more “That’s Me Being Me”
Beautifully Chaotic. Is that you? A bird in a cage less cage? Yes, indeed! The girl who has always loved sunset. That’s you.
It’s not the hurt that matters but who inflicted it, does. The despair. I wanted to scream, raise the hell, pull my hair, and bleed myself. Now,… Read more “The Despair”