Eye of the Beholder
Our eyes are the windows to the soul. Our eyes are a connection of nerve endings connected to our brain which is then translated into what we “see.” Our eyes are beautiful, blue, green, brown,
China Doll
2am seems like my own witching hour. It is quiet and my mind is not. I have a need that despite my many sources, is not filled. When did I begin my spiral? I do
Bipolar vs. Bitch
I’d like to establish my perspective… Seems an appropriate venue for that. I have a bipolar condition and struggle every day. There are occasions where I act in a manner that is in conflict with
Burn
On a cold December day I awaken to a smile I was told good morning beautiful As the tapestry is woven, you trap me in along the way Clandestine meeting for the first time Nervous,
Making A Mess.
Messes. We make them. We clean them up. Hell, some of us are messes. I have a point of utter frustration I do not understand. I would dearly love too, but cannot, despite my best
I Am Still Here
Twenty four. This is how many hours are in one day. One day to show you how far you can fall, you far you have come, and how arrogant to think there is any distance