She liked to dance and to walk; She’d been doing this since she could use her limbs; Now she has those beautiful legs, a full calf and strong thighs, to show for it ; And her hands , they are beautiful too; beautifully crafted from hard work ; As a child she worked tirelessly with her tender hands… and her arms; her hands live to tell the story, wrinkled from working it over the fire; and her arms , yes, they tell a story too… the biceps and triceps on her slender arms..
Coming to terms with Loneliness
The going away of things
In the end
I can't seem to be optimistic about the things that would benefit from optimism. As a pessimist, my optimism is always irrational.
Fear of Forgetting
When I was a child, I realised I was invisible. I was a terrified, quiet girl who blended into the background.
Failure.We all have dreams, we are all encouraged to dream. The world is ours, all we have to do it take it.