I carry my experiences proudly
Best version of myself at any one time...
I feel so relieved.
I've had some of the hardest of times...
In the dark hours a quill dips into ink
A pen scribbles insane thoughts...
Service Not Self
Flickering flames, that break the dark...
I hear his poor heart break as blackbird sings,
As I read ev'ry line of crimson ink...
Driving up to another crossroads.
Always choices to be made, left ones...
And
in the end...
Sparrow fidget!
That window in time...
Shine the light and light the world eyes to see
Be the star you are meant to be...
You are not me, I am not you,
We're both on different paths, and there's nothing...
like paris, france? (haiku)
swing, francewa liked...
Life is struggle...................
I don't know what is life...