It starts with a drip of salty water, her eyes fill then flood It poor over the edge into a small puddle

Do you hear them too? The voices I mean.

We all have glass hearts Some of us have cracks hearts, others have shattered hearts

A little light drifts through the woods. I chase after it. It get further and further away, I run faster and faster.

A pluck of a string, the sound of a horn. Yes a melody begging for forgiveness. A soft whisper of a dream, a blink of reality.A song of a sinner, like a candle flicker

I know I am young and stupid. I know I may make mistakes. But if I can't make mistakes how do I learn. Let me fail. Let me struggle. Let me try. If I do not try how do I learn. Yes you can try to do t...

Snow, white, soft I look out the window

Tick tick tock...