Author: Rachel

Life isn’t an absolute. You can’t just sit there and sayat the beginning of your daythat it will only suck! Yes it will be hardand

Singin under the waterfall somewhere around darkan old elf suddenly calls“Hey, where’s my shorts!” He’d been bathing to see an old lady friend,of course, above

Singing to the beat of walksounds better when there’s more to talk.Keep your beat;keep your step.Then you’ll find out why you left. Yes, it hurts;yes

“Love your neighbor.” Sounds simple enoughbut it’s nearly impossible if you doubt yourself.Harder still when they hate you, even the placeyou live and were raised.

Tired of playing a losing gamea little girl walks away,even though it breaks her heart.Maybe tomorrow she’ll give another shot. Married, yet miles away.They only

I don’t like the spotlight much;too much brightness and too hard a touch.Avoiding the punches that come too fast and hardmakes me smart. Not a

It’s time to fly away,time to save the day.But who rescues the hero?Get yourself straightand lose that blasted hate.But why does it turn to self?Learn

The scratch of a penacross the page of memory…The press of broken dreamscutting the mind’s defense…All the while, it begins to shakeand a pair of