Monthly Archives: June 2011
I feel like a satellite That has spun out of orbit Hurtling away into nothingness. I am begging the Universe: Bring me a gun, Bring me a bullet, Bring me peace. Nothing.
Don’t judge me for what I’m not. Honor me for what I am. Understand me for what I’ve been. Join me for what I will become. – Pamela Cole, 2011