Sometimes, there are no words. Sometimes, we’re just too broken to speak.

And sometimes… you finally find the words…


Try to remember when life was so tender
When no one wept except the willow. – Try To Remember from “The Fantasticks


I’m sorry, New York

for the pain and the hell.

I’m sorry, New York

for it all.

I’m sorry, New York

for the lies and deceit.

But most of all

I’m sorry for Me.

About the Author: Anna Imagination

Biographical Info... What you seek is my Story. Every Soul is a "Blurb" as one would read on the back of the book. But can people be "unwrapped" so easily? Most importantly, why try? I have long since learned to preserve the Savory that comes with Discovery. Learning of another Soul is a Journey. It is an Exploration. And it does not do the Soul Justice to try and condense a Soul Journey into a Bio.