Off I go again on a flight of fancy, seeking, searching for my train of thought, that silver bullet gliding along rails of…
The consequence of being light on one’s feet is that you are at the mercy of the wind. I ride on the wings of a storm, dancing high…
I want to take a moment and hold that moment for only a second; tell her it’s okay to breathe, and in that moment of the moment she’s in, we…