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She wanders down a path All alone today, but that’s O.K. Sometimes she needs to be alone Sometimes she needs a chance to clear her mind. I..

She has lost the footprints And so she chooses to head Towards the rock, reminiscing About that day, long ago now, in the woods She is lost in ..

Whoosh Cold air enter the room Mingling with air Taught with tension She doesn’t move Makes no acknowledgement of the new presence She..

I hear voices.

My reality.

The short abreviated version of my 'spiritual' journey

Not everything pretty is beautiful.

People aren't always nice.

My family is dysfunctional.

The grass is always greener...