"Luck, is : years of preparation, followed by a moment of opportunity" Paul Daniels, comedian.
"If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space"
Stephen Hunt
I know that I am a messy thing
Of string and paper and skin
Stuck together with random tape
Erroneous strange within
I know well all the broken bits
Of the paper package of me
Stuck in wild random messy kisses
Like cherry whiskey tea
I see her all the time
That wide eyed chaos there
Wrapped in magic and her prose
Wild forest in her hair
But she is made of fire
And wildness in her veins
But I call that hope
That deep and wild and strange
I may look
More like a Picasso
Than a Michelangelo ever dreamed
The strange peculiar
Sewn together
Of stars and heaven seamed
But I have learnt to love me there
A strange kind of beautiful thing
A peculiar wild ravenous one
Of paper and of string
A butterfly with a cupid heart
So eager to love
A world
Through the eyes of a dreamer
A tiny raven dove
To see the world through a dust of stars
That made a broken song
Into a painted work of art
That place that I belong
©️ 2020 Wild Raven Rose
This quote made me jealous. It something i should have came up with...