i grew up dreaming of the sky and whispering to the pines. i skipped a generation and took after my grandparents and an uncle no one will speak of (his funeral was my birthday & he’s buried in the wrong grave). i had a light i lost one december; that september left scars. i liked rainy days and numbers that spoke and impossible ideas. i saw god everywhere. i chased rabbits and befriended my own shadow, because no one else liked to dream.
so i grew up into a lost girl with a rabbit hole complex.
& i'll admit, i'm still not entirely real.
note: thank you to all those who review my work. i appreciate your support, constructive criticism, interpretations, and comments more than i can say. and a very special thank you goes out to the 96 readers who have placed me on their favorite authors list. i'm flattered. & while i'm addressing the world at large i'll answer a common question-- i elect not to use captial letters because i see no need. and i'm ocd enough to want all the letters to be the same. so yes, i do know how to use them. proper form can go to hell.
cheers,
marie
"man is a bird without wings and a bird is a man without sorrows."
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