Not every isolated soul is looking for a saviour. To see the proof, and silent truth, just take a look at nature. A single solitary flower is as beautiful alone. A meadow full is pleasurable but each grows on its own. Caterpillars are companionless as they retire to their cocoons. No-one near bears witness and regardless still they bloom. With space and time they become their best. With grace, redefined, just being they are blessed.


Just a quite and patient teenager writing to escape reality in an attempt to battle her inner demons.