If I were to be honest, I'm probably fifty percent bagel. Okay, fine, sixty percent.
The Little SilkwormDays become weeks. Weeks become months. Month become years. And years become silence.
The Little SilkwormI just slept for fifteen hours straight. Yes, writing a musical is THAT exhausting!
The Little SilkwormI have written until I fell asleep with my computer on my lap. That can't be normal.
The Little SilkwormDaisy, simple and discreet flower, That earned the heart of this poet.
Small Portion: a little taste of poetry