Always walking along
the line of shadows...
I know this sand artist,
who speaks beautiful stories...
I'm nowhere close to being a woman, yet.
Though I'm less than a year away from the correct...
Young little pup
that's what I was...
I am frightened for the ones
who leap onto faith but don't...
I believe a few words can open your eyes,
a few can break your heart and also...
He flies
his tattered kite...
The day I relinquish the land
I've called home, and the day after that...
Amelie wrapped me up
in her French songs...
I drag my adorable flip flops and half a dozen...
along the corridor as my self-esteem expands...
Shadiness blurs past inconspicuous strangers,
a color that isn't seen with the naked eye...
Life is tough and cruel
it doesnt stop...