She flutters, time stutters, then seems to start again. As she falters. What started this? The beginning and the end.
Open me, come open me. Open up my heart. Remind me where we came from by showing me the start.
Would you ever, if you never saw the stars. Learn to dream in the dark away from the light. Would
I see and read the struggle everyday. Our struggles, through the posts, they become a canopy. A hanging remembrance of