she's come undone

it happens to all of us, at some time or another.
no matter how much we got our sh++t together, something, sometime, somewhere, comes undone.

we're forced to fall to pieces
we crumble into a heap
we curl into a tight-knit ball that threatens to unravel at any moment.

and, its A-OK.

all things come and go, like the tide, the wind, the rain and the sun.

ride the wave.










copyright 2009 Alisa Barry