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She follows me.

Everywhere I go.

I see her.




Out of the corner of my eye.

In a photograph.

In the reflection of a window.

Just a glimpse.

A mere silhouette on the edge of my awareness.

For just a fleeting moment.

I feel her presence.

When I am feeling vulnerable.

When I am trying to hold on.

When I am pretending to be okay.

I can sense her lingering within the fringes of my joy. Continue reading Tangled

The Artist

I am the sculptor of my body-

I am the craftsman of my soul-

I am the curator of my memories-

The one whole makes the picture whole.

I am the painter of my surroundings-

I am the sketcher of my dreams-

I am the seamstress of my emotions- Continue reading The Artist