A place where you can be human.
Fragments stitched together
Smiles from laughter
From nervousness
And kisses from drunkenness
From the need to escape
Life teeters in our damp palms
With pieces of our lives piled high
I stitch them together with black thread
Strong enough to hang a shadow
Or catch a dream
Fragments, skin colored
A diversity of skins
Could cover my bones
Could cover my words
Smiles kisses palms
A foretelling
A history
A pitch black thread
-Saschia
Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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