At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.
Jessica SorensenLike a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away
Jessica SorensenI'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.
Jessica Sorensen