Where do you come from?
A place with no name. A world
Full of grown folks ashamed to
Be alone. A place where strangers
Deep breaths echo in the dark.

What are you made of?
Salt water. The sea has become me.
Flowing from my pores, my eyes, and my dreams. Nature's cleanser; a glue to put myself back together.

Who are you?
A woman looking for acceptance. Looking for love in all the wrong places. wishing she could hold the
Little lonely girl inside of herself.

Will you ever change?
Yes and no. As history goes, I'm doomed to failure. If i do not fight i will not heal. But she will not win. She did not expect me to crave wholeness so badly.