Tattered
Like a flag in the wind.
But I keep flying, regardless of the holes and cloth worn thin.
I fear the things I share aren’t truly interesting to anyone. Which is okay, there’s 7.5 billion people in the world. Not all of them are intriguing.
It is in my hopes that, at some point, I’ll be a beacon for someone in need. Not me per sey, but maybe just my words. Whatever the situation relates to.
I am grateful for each day that I’m alive and can share with you and others. Take care sweet humans!

















