I feel like a bird with two sets of wings.
One set is mine, my own...

A crippling shyness
leads to self-imposed silence...

Being scared of the dark
worked out for her in the end...

Being part of the conversation is fun sometimes -
experiencing firsthand the bad jokes...

If I were given a miracle -
If I were given a miracle I could only...

It's two in the morning and I have to
be up in a measly four hours...

Carnival lights are reflecting in your eyes and
the cool calm of your hand is somehow...

I am woman.
I am one of the members of our species...

People are like soup.
We come in infinite varieties and flavors...

My mother always
told me to start small...

Never having experienced a white Christmas
and with an almost illogical disdain for snow...