ShaleciaBoone
Dear Listener,
Been quiet for so long because I lost my voice. The love of my life gave me some warm tea and helped me find it again. Found my voice. It was buried in the grave with who I used to be. Leave her in the grave but with a shovel I dug out my story. I dug out my pencil and paper. Don't listen till you ready for what real life looks like. Behind the blinds, behind the tears, the smiles, the pain, the laughter, behind the many faces, behind it all real life occurs.
Behold, The Story Teller