African American

guitars strummin in the background

thoughts hummin in my foreground

I’d like to spend the day at home to reflect. 

Maybe I am too egotistical and maybe I’ think too much about myself.  but if I don’t, then who’s gonna think about me?


Still holding strong to my faith while my dark side engulfs me in flames.  It’s hard and I need a break.  I want a simple life but I’m not a simple girl.   I want normalcy but I’m not normal.   I don’t know how to be normal. then again…What’s Normal?


Is it just a matter of opinion?

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