Born a broken angelTask incompleteHad to repeat the cycleWalk down every pathwayOver againMeasuring mileage by the signsRest stops along Route 66Plenty to see and doSticking to the mapSticking to the planPouring back into myselfDroplets of my existenceInto a bucket dripping themInto the dry earth throughRusty holes unknown to meFilling faster and fasterEven when I knew it’d never be enoughSearching for temporary fillersTo stop the flowKnowing it wouldn’t lastMomentary relief toWhat could not…See More
My mom picks things up from all over. She's always been able to find unique and interesting jewelry in the strangest or most out of the way places. I'll ask her and see what I can find out for you.....