There was a night,in a canyon once,where the walls of rockhugged the skyand the milky wayfloated by.
Today was another day. I try to be thankful for what I have.
She’s the kite that can’t be flown, just a bit of tangled string
Overachiever — perhaps — but not in all.In my niche, I abound, passionateYet truly and fervidly I loveFamily, friends, and people…