Rebels, troublemakers, all of us, when really, maybe, no. Distracted. Can’t remember all the rules. Or something got lost in translation and a direction just didn’t make sense to our brains....
It’s always been the sky. In my unraveling I desperately wanted the river, and I found a way to get there. Now, every time I walk outside, the sky is putting on a show. Every day a new escapade. ...
