I wear my scarsopenly for everyone to see,and I don’t hide behind makeup and a fake smile.
I remember feeling light as a featherbathed in the abundance of inspiration.Verses came so…
No moreI am no morein the lines of your smileNo morein the colour of your eye
Hatred is love misunderstood. An unhealthy and shameful way of loving. — Facundo Cabral
Grab the wooden reel and a new kite.Bang the back door. Run. The wind is up.Let loose…