Teach. Sing. Write. Fly. Dive. Rave.

I'm not the girl your mom warned you about, her imagination was never this good.

Work for pasta and ice cream and also makes pasta and ice cream work for me.

The pain inflicted was forgave but it wasnt forgotten.
The episodes of fear reached a decade, home was defined by darkness.
How one can sleep under the same roof and not shiver whenever a door slams.
How one can hear your deep breathing and break out in cold sweat.
Hypersensitivity. Its called scientifically.

How you are so blind you blame the world but youself.
How im so blind i keep blaming myself.
How im so stupid coz im aware but yet i keep running the spirals of saddness downwards to the never ending black hole..

How you seem to complain bout the wrongdoings of other parents, never your own.
I know that there are no perfect parents in this world.
Its a matter of perspective.
But the perpectual ego doesnt help in building an environment to try and formulate a relationship.

Fathers be good to your daughters.