She said some days are diamonds, some are stones.
He held a sign. nobody cares exclamation point.
She found her freedom in those words.
One thing was certain.
nobody was sure.
They lived in abandoned rooms someone once called a castle.
She celebrated in a dance with a broom.
Built a fire and watched all of it burn.
Once the smoke cleared she disappeared.
Rumor will have it but no one will know.
the woman who lived in the woods.
Today I am grateful for someone in particular and the sanity (albeit a relative term) he brings me.