I don't know. I let words flow. I believe I'm writing this to someone, but maybe she won't understand that I'm talking to her. In the masqueraded society. lately i've been walking a path littered with stones.
Something short for tonight. :))
I wrote this on Saturday and did some heavy revisions to it today. It's meant to be read like a soliloquy of someone arguing with another person that isn't really listening. Hope you enjoy!! A short poem, in my life's reflection you are looking back at me... something about trying again Just a few sketches that I did to test my art... I was spiraling out of control. My sanity was slipping. My humanity...evaporating. Until I saw you.
And you saved me.
For a brief moment. But a moment nonetheless. i'm sorry, that i can't help you.
Her song plays on a violin
The struggles of a women trying to heal. Just a story about a girl, her shell and a part of her that is watching her