You probably don't understand me. You probably never will. I can tell you that my brain is scattered and to the brim it is filled with madness. My mind is never the same. I'm constantly changing. Forever. I can tell you that I'm a writer. I'm a poet. I know it. I can tell you… Continue reading It Takes Stepping Stones (to get to me)
Come here. Take my hand. Let's dance for awhile. Hold me tight with all your might and maybe... I'll stand closer. Hold me tighter... like our life depends on it, like the air in our lungs depends on it. Wrap your fingers around mine. I don't care how tired I am anymore. Take my hand. Let's… Continue reading May I Have This Dance, My Demon?