Into the ash I dripped my pen and came out with fire.

Am I considered odd and crazy if I'm caught talking to myself in my dreams.

Time beats with the story's world pages

Butterfly upon my hand, A voice of wonder within my mind, not my own but the butterfly's.

The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey,created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.

Miranda Writes: Anything you say or do may be used for or against you within a story by a writer

A stunning quiet nighttime song of dark visions.

Spinning a dance of time.

All that has been and will be--has happen. All the decisions made and the paths have been chosen. The energy of time allows us to experience all the decisions and paths moment by moment. This is the path of fate