The stars fell from under her feet, and she plumeted down to the bottom... this time he would not be there to catch her. He was never really there... but the one who made the clouds was. What was he thinking of her now? Now that she failed, messed everything up. The beautiful life he had given her, why was she not more thankful? Why were the stars, so beautiful, not enough to satify? The trees vibrant fall colors not enough to comfort her lonely heart. Why was she wanting more, so far... she falls now... the stars are growing more faint... and the minutes are ticking by. As the cage grows closer, her key neclace drifts back up to the heavens, and she cries. I've lost the key, and I'm locked in my own cage... What I thought I wanted was a lie, the life i wanted, would not satify, but the life I had, was so beautiful. And I want it back. I'll be thankful. And cheerish the blessing I have. My heart is now steadfast.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I've realized how turly blessed I am. Thank you all so much for everything. Love Cheryl

My friend and fellow keeper of the pages. The ink stains on our hands, and the smudges on the paper keep us keen. Dont let the pen drift to far from your finger tips. Your dreams will stay vibrant this way. Write in the pages often and I will read them my dear friend. I will bring the candle light. You are not alone.