Hundreds of books:
Funny and pointed,
Even though she didn’t laugh .
Sick Girl ,
repelled by melody,
Drawn to monotone.
Sometimes the echo of her ghost slither into an ear
Dressed as a construction paper rose,
Hoping I have gone blind,
Throwing shade on now.
But, even at the darkest now,
I am a volcano of light.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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