The waters The drip drop into endless cups of tea Filled to brim Because I will it ??? Worked to bone My flesh melts off next to her The girl who exchanges glances from the black mirror Am I really changed? Have I embraced the woman she’s always been Tip tip tippity tap She rises from the glass Up up up ohh she’s… She’s The silence, the scribbles before the storm She’s everything and nothing Annnnnd she’s your cup of tea -Saschia Johnson
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.
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