Shaver Lake summers (and sometimes winters)
Have provided my personal peek at paradise...

My soul is a miner seeking after unearthly...
Chipping away at the things of this world...

I have no tears left to cry for you
So keep throwing your words like you're throwing...

She stands there waiting
At the cold front door...

I got this feeling
We might be near the end...

I know those days have past on
I know those days are long gone...

By amanda duvick AKA my best friend...

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person...

Have you ever been asked
Who are you...

You’re my super mom
You’re the number one mum...

I'm not the person in the mirror
I'm not the face that forms my reflection...

If I am just a child
And very quite unworthy...