((This was written a year or so ago on my typewriter..))
I’m not her anymore..
I’m evolving every minute of everyday..
I shed worse than a dog.. Layers upon layers of life..
I’m a goddess of chaos..
I’m a hopeless romantic filled with expectations that turn into disappointments.. Those disappointments fill a pool of resentments to deep for even the most experienced swimmer..
But from the concrete grows a sunflower brighter than ever.. Turning her face toward the Sun!