I am the stars in the sky, the story, underneath your
stories finding words, So I can be all kinds of me I am –
Writer, Dreamer, Diva, and all kindsa Drama. Good, bad,
ugly, always, always JUST ME
Words are promiscuous. Spilling out of me like a body in heat; Desperate for gratification… I slay you with this lustful beast. Alive and pulsing; So hungry they make desire look weak…
