To Walk The Night


It ain't no sin to take off your skin & dance around in your bones. Born during yule time. Descended from gypsies. Happy to say hello. This is a dark little corner for my potpourri of random fancies & dirt. Anything goes, rather, whatever strikes a chord with my disposition at the moment. Eclectic, eccentric, esoteric, you get the gist. Enjoy my posts & visit me often. ^v^

t r u s t

& keep walking.

“She can’t help it,’ he said. ‘She’s got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.”

Dear Universe,
Go ahead & cast your shadows, show your terrible teeth. No matter how stormy you make this sea, I will not take my eye off the light. I will not drown. My feet are going to kiss the shore.