Colors

It is a bright green, wide-eyed frog sitting comfortably on the top of my head.

It pulls the strands of hair as one would the reigns on a horse, and it guides what I think is me in the direction that I go. It croaks instructions that I don’t know I hear and leads me into situations that can sometimes be amusing and a lot of the time outright absurd. Continue reading “DESTINY IS A FROG ON MY HEAD”