A Night Like This…
The day begins. It is bright with sunshine and it smells like sweet grass. The hours pass by in my manic blur. All I recall is happiness before the dusk settles in and night falls.
Fade To Black…
Erratic. Loud. Amazing. Callous. Cold. Spoiled. Beautiful. Manic. Crazy. These words have been used to describe me, label me, and judge me. When one does not understand something, the first instinct is to attempt