Mr. I is as real as words. As real as guilt and pain. As real as living nightmares.

Cinderella, but spun and twisted and told from a different perspective.

Poems for any that are lost. For any that have tried and failed for lasting joy. A humble attempt to comfort and mourn with you through words. For anyone wondering... The cover picture is of a sunrise, not a sunset. I think all the glory is given to sunsets, but sunrises are more beautiful and rare for the fact that most ignore the chance to watch the birth of a new day.