Gimme

Sometimes I need a sparkly toy,
A trace of hope, a hint of joy,
To make it through the day,
To hold the dark at bay.

Ghosts of the Past

Fiorella is sorta down today. Sometimes she feels like the locus of all the bad luck in the world. She could quote chapter and verse to you, but prefers not to. In fact, she tries to forget all that has gone before. She also tries not to dream about tomorrow, a sure way to set herself up for disappointment.

Each day as it comes, each day as it comes. And stay busy.