Pretty Pink Room
We place our trinkets upon the glass wishing more than anything that this place you call your house will become your home. The unfamiliar people. Unfamiliar midnight venture out of the room. Will you ever really know your way? Faith is a hard thing to have. Especially when faith is your only option. All you know is that the day seems brighter. The world less scary. You’re safe. In the pretty pink bedroom. Life can be okay.
Posted on Wednesday February 9th
About me
This is where you get to look through the keyhole and spy on, what I call, my life. It's rather entertaining considering my cynicism is coated with sarcasm and my positivity is coated with inadequacy. "Oh, what a tangled web we weave".
