“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!