Trolls and bricks

Failure lurks like a troll under the bridge, and not just failure but totally screwing up. The mash up of amazingness and stress is the pressure cooker of find myself in, more interesting at least than just stress. A lot more interesting.

The troll, however, has a magic and story all it's own and it's eyes glimmer with the memories of life, love and loss.

Words fall like bricks from a wheelbarrow, clumsy and not really what i wanted, i was carrying them to make a bridge.