Isn’t it weird, even after you’re long gone,how your memory keepsburning fresh in me?
after David Whyte
There is a lot of standing around and waiting. I and about two dozen other teens are in the middle of an abandoned walnut tree…
In response to DiAmaya Dawn’s Words
Deep down in some dark part of me,I long to belocked away inside some part of youand see the world through eyes thatseek the sun.
She came to the water to drown herself, instead the water rushed over her like a Sunday baptism washing all her…