The dreams of an aspiring Broadway Singer. This content is password protected. This content is password protected. I hope I could understand how I feel through these words that describe my thoughts. Just a touch of it sends electricity to my body. I am afraid if we would.

The tail of my spine touches the cold ground and the curve of my back follows fearfully. The cold burns my skin. Darkness starts creeping into my eyes. Before, I could only see so little; but now, I can see no more. I can no longer stand on my feet. I close my eyes, awaiting the excruciating pain. My ears are buzzing and ringing, like a kettle whistle.

Get me outta here! December 19, 2016. 8220;Does he smell like adventure? 8221;, I asked W. 8220;He smells like home. The response made me pause. There was an emotional turmoil inside me and I did not know what to do about it. For W, crying is tiring. For me, crying is liberating. I cried for W and inexplicable emotions. I cried for the home I have not found yet. It is better to be hurt than to hurt others, my mother used to say. It has been quite some time but.