Love, Mom
The idea of running away has crossed my mind many times, In my younger years my mind was fixated on escape
I had to escape my body, soul mind to the point I know longer was a person. I was this strong being confused as why, but my spirit was bright. Bright like the morning star.
The places my head usually fall are sporadic and beautiful, the more the merrier.
I ponder this
as my friends bathes herself
The angel she is