An honor student, a thug, a self-contained underwater breathing apparatus, the benefits of these words are not plentiful. As sure as the puma will hunt, the labels will hurt. Ten thousand fireflies light up the back yard of my home where I sit in the window sill stroking my plant thinking of your skin and eyes and hair. Lonely I label myself and no bad fortune is avoiding my path.
Experience is to be gained from beyond the glass.
Take a cup of fresh brewed coffee and offer it to the dawn of creativity. Smile when handed a blank slate. Let your own cup overflow, and allow your life to be the graffiti free from the labels you leave behind. All rights reserved.