Delicate and light as the wispy cirrus clouds of the windy months Heart fragile like paper, isn't it? Feeling numb, aren't I? Not numb,...

Hello guys! I wrote a poem about my struggle of what seemingly is called Slow Processing Speed. Caution that I haven’t been formally...

Title: "Octopus" Where do I go When my heart’s crying of hurts Trapped in vines I planted with beautiful flowers that it showed me...