maelynslavik

Day and night he awaits his moment,  

never applauded, never appreciated,  

never in the spotlight. 

He longs for a time 

when he is recognized for his mind, 

A bracelet.

The bracelet.

There's a difference.

For me, my bracelet is the bracelet.

The bracelet of my dreams.

Of my story.

Of my past.

Of my life.

The sky was red. 

Okay maybe it wasn’t completely red. 

Kinda orange. 

A scene from "Dune" when you think about it. 

Just bizarre. 

Cinderella 

With her strong arms 

From scrubbing the floors 

Cinderella 

With her patience 

From working with horrible people 

Cinderella 

With her kind heart