"On Monday I am waiting,
on Tuesday I am fading,
on Wednesday I can't sleep...
and then the darkness is clear
because you've come to rescue me."
on Tuesday I am fading,
on Wednesday I can't sleep...
and then the darkness is clear
because you've come to rescue me."
A. Simpson
She hardly recognizes the woman in the mirror anymore. The woman she once knew – the one full of life who loved to travel and try new things… the one who turned heads, who was not afraid, who did what she wanted because she wanted. She is gone. Lost in crow's feet that sit on the edges of her eyes; lost in an expanded mid-line and streaks of gray that peek from dark strands she wears pulled back these days.
