I can't let go of writing. The more I exercise what I have the more it will grow. |
I'm searching the fields,
Looking for rabbits...
In a days time
In a days time...
A fisherman.
I am a fisherman with a taste of greed...
Crayola 96
Today I went to school...
There's a man I see among the back round of...
Kristen the Queen...
There I was, yet I still am.
alone...
June 1997, I was five years old. Standing in a big...
In the light I cannot find, the things unseen...
But in the night, the dreams I find, do reveal the...
Your the honesty I need
when everyone else is a liar...