She ain't gonna tell you the whole story
because it hurts to look back in anger again...
I love to awaken to a brand new day
unsullied, unsoiled, nature having her way...
Poetic emotion,
grasping strength...
There once was a witch, who awoke every day, the...
And the first object she laid her eyes on was the...
A strange happiness
nuzzled her, recreating...
Hmm...Staring at the eternal somber dome above,
I look for ideas about things I could write...
Slumbering in a
shadow...
I view the struggles of
a tangled webbed disaster...
I pondered thoughts of collaboration
with a hush, hush spirit...
The spirit of angels
grace the heavens...
Walking barefoot, my mother moon stands by,
guiding a cotton whisper slowly...
There have been days where I was
like dirt; stuck on soles of shoes that...