Tag: identity

What am I?

I’m odd and fuzzy Curly and straight Tired yet energized Skeptical but filled with faith Even-keeled and erratic Swimming yet still Ocean deep bobbing at the surface On display while hidden   Do you know who I am? Junniper Jasmine Jasione Jasper

Baby we were born to run

Baby we were born to run It’s a perfectly quaint, slightly dark nostalgic room like a 1950s pharmacy. The bottles on the cabinet sure seemed like old-school items to lift her spirits. It wasn’t her home. It never would be. It was now or never to break free. […]