Just a girl who dreams of one day taking a photo without blinking. Also, I like to write!
I had the dream again last night: Asphalt, glass, blood, crash, flashing lights. Diary, I wish I could close my blurry eyes Without seeing that insidious side of my mind.
By jolee sullivanabout a year ago in Poets
A soft glass path, the River slices straight through mine, And foolish, I jump
