Life is like a flower feed it with passionwatch it grow. Open up, show your colorsshare your beautyand your scent. Soak up your sun, while you canbecause on Sundays the gardener comes.
We come as windows to the world our trainers say. Little do they know we are as dirty and broken as they. How can I serve as the glass through which to see, All that has shaped the person that is me? Translucent and fragile, I barely keep up. In these times I wish I was more agile. Speed is a need, but patience is the lesson. Poco a poco, this reliance… Read More