A roll of the dice. Voila! I am here. I glance in my looking glass. There, I appear. Every part perfect, as it should be. So Whose Rules are judging the beauty of me...These rules make me groan.
When somebody hurts you with insults or slight. And you feel as though you should fade into the night. Remember this fact. It's so very true. Their hurt was too much, so they gave it to YOU... Wha
The news reports looting and shooting and terror. How can I make a move without making an error? How am I safe from dangers unseen, lurking 'round corners where I've never been? The Earth is dissolv