From Journal Entry 4/10/2012
Dear Reader,
I do not regret my words. My words mirror a timeless place. My poetic expression of my soul contains a language that restricts my soul. The words I cling to are a far cry to the depth that is veiled behind them. The truth that lives within me longs to be born into the world. The world, in its infancy, is cradled in confusion. I only hope to shed light on confusion.
Sincerely,
Madison Michelle
Dear Reader,
I do not regret my words. My words mirror a timeless place. My poetic expression of my soul contains a language that restricts my soul. The words I cling to are a far cry to the depth that is veiled behind them. The truth that lives within me longs to be born into the world. The world, in its infancy, is cradled in confusion. I only hope to shed light on confusion.
Sincerely,
Madison Michelle
