The night and the light
Amidst the night and the light lived a little someone with a big soft heart not yet scarred with life. who would cry a little bit with shivering breathes a jittery soul that felt a little hard on the outside, hidden trembly times . In that scaredy cat crash. I was sure I was up, but down I tumbled down the stairs, cobwebs, dust and musty old piles of swallowed forgotten fears. But it was just the night old dark waiting for a strong day, as diamonds twisted blowing away the clouds.