Nevermind
Alice wasn’t the type to wear hats, she preferred her hair in the wind. Today was different. She could sense foul demons afoot.
Between Rocks
Where is your sense of adventure? Did you want life to be rainbows and flowers, kittens and cocktails? Let the punches hit you square in the face then look up at the sky and proclaim boisterously “I am alive, you can’t stop me!”.
Let your life be a poem with jubilant highs and crushing lows.
Poets make art of sadness.
Everything is free.
Except you.