he says he'll come but doesn't say when.
i stand in my tower willing my hair to grow faster. i play games in there....choose your own adventure. do i take a wrong turn and fall off a cliff? i wonder what the
disappointing reality will be.
so many suitors with the wrong sized shoes.
for a moment my tower protects me from pain when i look toward the sky and see that the sun has cast the shadows of clouds on the
mountains. but all too soon an ill suited couple's mediocrity looks appealing.
i am floundering between dreams and resignation. in my tower i am not subjected to seeing people who are content
he says he'll come but he doesn't say when... my hair will be longer soon.
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