To escape the cacophony of the fake laughter and loud music, she stormed out to the dark alleys . Racing through the side walk, not knowing where it leads, making her way to the lonesome valley. Afraid to leave a trail of her footsteps behind, so they could trace her through the woods. Jumbling, stumbling, fumbling. She ran as fast as she could. While the … Continue reading Empty bottle of Champagne
They say I wear too many hats. It’s a little too much of this and a little too less of that. Make it rhyme some more or try your hand at prose? Paint the leaning tower of Pisa or a yellow rose. Go now and own that stage or forever stand in the bleachers. Sing me a fairytale, oh wait, stop! You’re a screecher! Dance … Continue reading TOO MANY HATS?
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