“Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.”
–Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I wish I was a flower, maybe a butterfly or even a porcupine.
How I’d love to make one or two people reel in pain.
Fortunately for them I am just but a human taking flights with words where I can be a princess on a moat;
a warrior; a heartbroken soul.
I can traverse the world on a round ticket in between paragraphs. Journey with me!
Home is not a place
Its not a person
Home is peace and good things
I hope you find home here,