swsI craft adventures with minimal words.
Believe me?Beginning now, becoming strong, being beautiful!
saw you in the bushesDear Mr Devious, Why so sneaky?
epilogueFinished, but have I done enough?
No RainBroken Men's tears fall, nothing grows.
Anythigs possibleCrayon, a child's worlds explode forth!
Celebration TimeDoctors proclaim:This man Cancer FREE!!
To my younger selfDying from fear? Let go! LIVE!!
PastDear younger me:Imissyou...
Old Mister Boneheim's PlaceSkeletal fingers ensnare the costumed innocents.
for sale.sale,one heart -some assembly required.
Silent InstrumentHis music speaks; for he cannot.
SmashShattered hearts drip blood like ink.
JourneyDestination: far from here. That's where.
Beautiful DreamerSher u n srampant t h r o u g h m y d r
Oh, the Irony"You don't know anything!""I know."
Day 58REMINDER:Don't ask about the ingredients.
My Life StoryClumsygirltryingtowalkstraight.
My darling baby girl.....Tonight.... heaven took back an angel....
DesireJoy in sight; out of reach.
Because You Tried In the First PlaceFailure is still cause for celebration.
Bury Me With My BicycleHallowe'en.The dead walk.No taxis.
Our Year of Six WordsOne year in Six Words? Indescribable.
SilenceThe picture screamed;her hand trembled.
Week 47: To a Younger Me"Trust your head, not your heart."
TrustI fall.Will you catch me?
a thousand wordsPaint, brush, easel. A skilled hand.