“ He offered her the world. She said she had her own. ”
She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.
~ Monique Duval
That’s the way it is with dreams. They scratch at your door. You see them through the peep hole: a stray dream looking for a home. You think it might go away if you ignore it. Wrong. It’s still there when you open the door, smiling. Wagging its tail.
What do angels look like? I saw one today wering gaudy jewelry, spoke with a thick Spanish accent, quoted 'Chakespeare.' She said, 'All the world's a stage and sometimes you just gotta roll with los punches.
