


I posted the poem below in black text yesterday morning in a flurry of free-writing in the midst…
 Sometimes the scars are angry. Sometimes they scream. Sometimes the scars will bleed. Sometimes they whisper. Sometimes the…

“Distractions softly hover in the corners of my mind, like a butterfly haunts a flower.” ~M  Life: is…
Setting sun crystals Flowing over today’s pain Rest in the twilight Moments slip away Carried upon angels wings…