I continue to protect generation after generation, even when I want to sleep.
the finite breath of life extinguishes when the rainbow arcs across the sky.
I wear a cloak of stories that swishes with every step. My body is adorned with the scars and hearts of all the characters I have read. I have lived a long time in story-world. There was a time where I believed that in life I would get nowhere. So I turned to reading, whereContinue reading “Stories: Made to Inspire, Not To Live In”