Maybe I'll discover my destined life in death, I cannot wait to learn if I chose the right path. In the end, I'll be happy I charged the trail alone, rather than risk the walk with a weight too great to overcome.... Continue Reading →
I have been the ice, surrendering to sculptors. Enduring chips away, remindful marks left forever. Shapeless sheen, no curve or edging off-limits, Eager child, trusting every word off those lips. Unable to recognize the reflection I now have, instead shift focus to the accepting... Continue Reading →
the Periodic Writer 
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