Where is the line,
The line that blurs the day.
My mind breaks today
And my tomorrow is already home.
Where I’ll be yesterday,
An ocean that can’t be cut.
She sees it in the koi pond,
Smelling the fishy odor and knowing
That sometimes ending at the finish line
Is to start again.
Putting Pain to Paper
I want to share my experiences with pain and all of my emotions, good and bad, so that I can hopefully help others who stumble across my blog as well as to help myself discover me.
Putting Pain to Paper 