The journey that is growing up. Oh life.
Good thoughts, smiley thoughts, big thoughts.
Hope for a brighter tomorrow.
Symbolic of the journey from girl to woman. A memory of 21 year old me.
When friends become strangers
Bitter. Sweet. Love.
Silver linings on the dark cloud that is loneliness
Running from shallow to deep...
Musings from the clouds.
Who runs the world? Girls!
Seek, and you shall find.
Written my month of October; Dry October, that is.
Three faces, three personalities and at the core of it, the same person.
The fallacies that make up the experience of womanhood.
The big three-ohhh. Wisdom, musings, feels.
If everyone leaves eventually, why bother form new friendships?
Child of nowhere, daughter of everywhere?