There’s a golden thread connecting everything we do it strings the days together and is easily seen when we look back where we’ve been. I always thought the thread was purpose a self-defining core but I was wrong. When I look back now all I see is..
I'm a small girl in a big town. I speak softly and my words are loud. I'm a short girl in a tall suit. I'm a happy girl with a big frown. I'm hidden behind everything you seek. I'm too tired but I rarely sleep. I'm a little shy and extroverted completely. I sign to myself but the world hears. I'm black with colors everywhere. I don't listen... but I care. I sit in a small office with a big vision of making ripples into puddles that muddy the water I can't drink. I wrote all of this though it doesn't make sense to me. I'm quietly waiting for a booming sound that will some how captivate me. I can't believe all that I see. As much as I try to I can't be anyone else but me. Damn it ain't easy being the worlds only CG