Colormewrite's Blog

Skin crawling, foot tapping

Bubbling up like an inferno in the cauldron of my tolerance

Leaving one petulant, unearthing discontent

Iron hot 3rd degree touch

Molten memories trapped in ash and gas

Forgetting who I was before I was born, catching glimpses of that allusive soul in smoke and mirrors

Reflecting strength eternal, laced with optimistic adventures

Arts and lady finger parts

Warrior Spirit, gentle soul

Kind eyes, pure love in heart, wind in hair, soil under foot

Fire in the belly

God companion

Rogue road ahead