You're still alive // but you're fading fast // it's because you can't walk // that you'll never wear them again.
These Pants Were Made for Walking
Dear Life
If we could change one thing We wouldn't change a thing This winding, thorny, snaking path led us home, and here. I'm here, it whispers Feel me, stroke me, see me There's nothing I won't be for you You're the master, the commander and I shape-shift to your will. Be the change Feel the love... Continue Reading →
Unbreakable
A thousand shattered pieces on a sticky lino floor sour, red liquid seeping into the worn rug's edges No. That's not me.
On Mama's Mind 