She was a flower waiting to bloom. Constantly waiting....... Waiting on the right type of lighting. Waiting on the right angle of the Sun. She was lig..
Sometimes I feel like a bad key on a piano.Sometimes I feel like a bad string on a guitar.Sometimes I feel like an off violin in a symphony.I feel lik..
What is this thing I see here in this mirror? Is it a girl? Is it something different? A beast maybe?Who is she? I can not bring her face into the for..
I go to the place where my name is called........Somewhere in the Forest.The stones all know me here.I have sat with them,and they have sat with me in..