AlexandriaHeart
I stood there feeling harnessed to these emotions. It was as if someone had placed a harness on me and was holding me back. I was a hostage to these emotions. They held me back.
She walked to the beat of her own drum. She was her own drummer, her own person. Everything she did was to her own drum. She was unique and powerful. She was you.
By the light of the day, she woke with a sense for a new adventure. She was adventurous. By nighttime, she sat on a stage. She was a drummer.