Writing, modeling, laughing.
Sometimes I wish I’d get there
“There”
Wherever that may be
It feels bad to wish it’d speed up
So for now, I’m in between
An old Yiddish proverb says, “We plan, God laughs.” I’ve seen variations of this statement before and knew I could…
Red is the urge to say everything, or nothing at all. Boiling up — inside and out. Don’t ever talk to me again. Red is love. Red is the passion you…
Happy Birthday grandma, will this poem go to heaven?
I wear your pinky ring, your lil size seven
Not sure how you’re doing
Not sure what to say
It’s your birthday
I know things are not the same
And I’m just glad you are doing okay