I found this old book of my writing, it seems to be notes for a book. True to my young and idealistic form there are butterflies doodled all over this document...I had a thing for butterflies and poetry. 8/28/2001 "yes I love you" is another doodle of sorts, I don't think I knew what love… Continue reading Butterflies & Wallingford
Tag: childhood
Superwoman
Laying in my old bunk bed in the dark, the slightest of light coming from my cracked bedroom door. I had finally fallen off the bars, I guess you could call them monkey bars but they were always more serious to me; after so much practice I had fallen hard. I don’t remember anything after… Continue reading Superwoman