
I understand people only in that they sprinkle themselves everywhere.
Some are glitter.
Some are blues eyes and devilish grins.
Music in the air.
Some leave lovely motes.
I leave what I feel everywhere.
I want to let it all in... so I let it all out.
I am.
I throw it into the air.
I am listening to Pink's "Glitter in the Air"
I always feel so much when I do.
Call me "Sugar."
"A wise woman puts a grain of sugar into everything she says to a man,
and takes a grain of salt with everything he says."
See my pinterest board titled, "Call Me Sugar."