She wasn’t born herself
she found herself
over a long
and treacherous road
and the more treacherous
the road became
the more of
herself
she found.-Atticus
Work in progress.
This site will be dedicated to original works of poetry, random musings, and stuff to motivate you when you don’t have a unicorn. But if you have a unicorn, well, you’re good. ‘Cuz all you need is unicorns.
If you’d like to submit your poetry to be considered for the site, do so below.
Looking forward to the wonderful word vomit!
Or something. Or whatever. Just write something.
Glitter is awesome.
