Did you know there are 43 trillion possible arrangements of the Rubik's Cube? I'm convinced this must be the number that can help me define my self. Go figure!
Meltdowns happen to remind us that we are fragile. That our soul needs a moment to heave and sigh and gather herself again. That life and love and laughter are not enough to carry us through. That there are many straws that break the camel's back.
I am a child of the night My name was formerly Delight In the chaos I wander, out of sight My soul has sunk to the depths, risen to the heights
I am sister of Dream My trail leads you to a bubbling stream Under the stars, I catch a moonbeam My soul remembers to sing, to breathe, to sigh, to scream
dEliRiuM is me Learning to be free Let go of me Don’t let go of me