Bonny Blanchard

The bones in my hands feel dry and forgotten.
The pitter-patter of my keyboard will hopefully replenish the spirit of my ghastly bones.

Regretfully, I haven't been a consistent writer. I started young with silly songs in the bath which later transformed into hormone-driven love songs. I mostly whispered and hummed those out of embarrassment for my true feelings. I still cringe at the thought of people knowing who I truly am and how I feel, but I'm easing into it.

I'm mostly a scatterbrain now... A bit neurotic as well. I guess.

I would really love it if I could get some opinions on my work.