BethBillups
Sometimes I don't know if I'm coming or goingMagical thinking (or how ideas take shape)Of all the hats she wore (the unexpected ones were the most fun)in between dreamsmodern nature (this is my lucky feather)The endless cycle of thoughtOf all the places she had lived (a few still took her breath away)Two in the woodsDwelling 3Dwelling 2Dwelling 1She often thought of the place at the water's edge (where she felt most free)Living by the sea (one often dreams of things larger than life)Under the night sky (her dreams swept in and took flight)
2011