written by: Gray Skies
You ask which one I am, the light house or the sea?
"Both." I say, "At any given time I can be the beacon of light in the darkness.
Or I am the turbulent sea.
Rough, unchanging, and uncontrollable;
sinking all that may stand in my way."
She is passionate about words, rain, crows, and fountain pens.
You can usually find her where the tides are crashing in.