A girl’s hair, and the wind, so cool, it is solemnly sweet.

Looking for hope.

Wishes and the emotional attachments we have with them.

This poem is about the many dishes that we do every day.

Just a poem about how being bipolar, autistic, other mental issues, as well as physical issues can get to you. Especially when dealing with a stressful enviorment and/or times. I have found that books are my best escape and long for them again but haven’t had the chance or ability to in a while, so this reflects the longing I guess to escape again from my reality into fantasy. It is also saying that sometimes fiction is a lot easier to think about and I do sometimes wish I could deal with the mythical beings rather than faces my own actual demons in life. It would be easier I think at times!

Just writing what comes to mind.

Sleep peacefully little angel.

A guardian angel watches over you.

Poem of hope.

I wrote this poem to my beloved Grandma, many years ago. She lives in heaven now and some day we will be together again, for all eternity!