As I sit above. Top floor. Roar. Wind chills my skin, The view warms my soul. Its you. You're here. O your design, as I observe. Its...

Jessica A. Goolsby 3.5.2018 Standing still. Hurting here. The balance is off. The tide is pulling me & Shooting me to the shore. There is...

Living life, the same old routine, My everyday feeling ok was a high point for me, there was a line that drew a limit at normal, which...