I just found out my favorite author died today and began to cry. Sad to see you go my friend.
Today, but in 1928, Maya Angelou was born. One of my favorites poets. Here is a beautiful poem from her: «Phenomenal woman»
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
you know he dead
Today I painted my headboard yellow in an attempt to forget about the direction of my life.