The Mustang Journal​

We were laying on your bedroom floor, giggling at your old baby photos. I recognize so many of them because I was there when the photos...

It was the day of the festival. I was sitting in front of my reflection, tidying up my appearance, adjusting my clothing and hair. I...

@Google images When the Earth begins to shake And the ropes start to break When the world begins to change What choice will I make? When...

The first day, I’m alienated and lost Smushed into a box, praying for hope Confined within these 4 walls A lowly servant Unable to break...

Once upon a time a long long time ago, the world was nothing but ocean. The watery depths were unreachable and the horizon was clear and...