Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.
I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.
It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.
Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.
You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.
Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.