Taylor

A bridge from my mind and heart through lead to paper, finger to key each splotch of ink, staining a lined paper revealing another side of my shadowed self well hidden, the puzzle pieces scattered creating a quest for every made-up, imagined, though out, figment of my own creation fighting to be loosed from the bonds of captivity formed by the villain that wears my name A hopeful word is loosed into the lined paper and into the hearts of those brave enough to house it, are translated and reformed into what each person needs at the time, moment, long run a combination of escaped words, thoughts, and emotions that free those that protect them. Saving the villain in the end saving me from my own undoing.