Wings etched and stretching from my bare flesh,

Their burning tips tickling the breeze as we rize.
No longer a mind to hide in, no longer a place to weep,

All that is left is open, all that is left to be seen.

Solo adventures are afoot. A one-way ticket booked to Asia, my sporadic posts will be even more so as I flail my way around a foreign land. A perspective will be gained, people will be met and I will have some time to reconnect with none other than myself.

One thing before I go…

Friends are those magical creatures who pick you up and hug you when you think theres nothing left. Cherish them. Gratitude is just a word, the love I have for them is infinite.

Cherrie Fox