TheNorthCountryFair's Blog (1)

Clocks ticking in the dark. Mind is running- where did it start? Caught in her haze of red; it goes over and over through her head. Dancing back and forth- spinning between extremes; Facades, unwillingly, sometimes it seems. She twirls upon the rooftop, swirling spirits and smiles and swings; But sits sheepishly across the candlelight, dodging questions, fingering silver rings. The road traveled, inherently, is lengthy and quaky. Through no fault of her own footing, the turns have rendered her… Continue