Quiet chair, Can you hear me Soft dry tears running down, down, down Wait. Rain pours gently, And so the outside becomes the In.
Tag: Understanding
New Paths, Familiar Thoughts
But you know Dear, Reader I remind myself that without change we couldn't be here.
Traces in the sand
So I feel the trace of my foot as it murmurs softly through the dropped light of possibility smirking as I watch my past chase my steps.
D&D: Tortles, Brixashulty, Literature, and Beyond.
Hi, I'm Shelly!
Snakes, Elephants and Adult Hats.
I miss most the people who can recognize boa constrictors eating elephants, from hats.
Scratching electricity
I guess I just want others to know that I don't need you to understand sometimes. Sometimes I just need to feel. And even though I can be hard to be around sometimes, I'm still there with you.
Milkshake Thoughts 