Running In Circles

A story for the love of words and what it does. Accompanies your midnight musings with the crickets coming alive as the string quartet and the stars align to perform circus theatrics.The war in your silence and the martyr to your thoughts. Coming of age when everything's constantly changing.

She asked about what happens after death at the age of three. She loves the sky and the moon. She paints when she doesn't have words. Listens to music in murmurations and draws ripples in water. She loves walking and staring at rustling leaves and birds swooning in the breeze.She hibernates often and makes faces at children on the street. She is a good human and loves to share her hand puppets and makes animal and bird sounds more than talking.Aspiring monk who wants a piece of peace.