The patience of a stone wall. Pick at the concrete Decorate this man-made structure. Man or woman, I am me. The re-established presence. The strength of a thousand demolished by one; a deteriorating foundation, self doubt. Gone.
Gingerbread Crumbs , I’m Charmed
Soar past the stars, Let your feathers fall, and End a sentence with &. On my right wrist I hold the beginning of my life story my moments give me shimmer. A statement, a story. Just ask me, "And?"
Life or Fiction? 