this sometime's comes to my mind,, i am so lost at it. i can't seem to crasp it, i see it and want it, my mind travels on a journey thinking of it it, and i am alone in thought wanting it,
it haunt's me, trapping me in world of wonder, i am holding it and i can't seem to grasp it firmly, i seek all it's words, it's truth, it's hope's, it's dreams, and it is still not for me,
i am coursed, it follows me from the past generation, and it say's my name as though it knows me, i cry and pray yet i can not shake it, alone i am, wishing i wan't is only my thought,
i can only knell and say if it is your wish then let it be, but in my mind i weep, i weep, wishes of it, i see it in my mirror, as it seals my every day walk in it's book, i am alone in my thought's, and i am wanting it to be,
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
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