My heart was in his hands. She was still dancing, beating in quick time, sparkling and shining. Iwas enfolded in his arms, still open and loving and hoping with all my heart that he would stay. Then he put me down. Turned his back. Walked away. My heart still in his hands, dancing in desperation.

Tasma personifies the heart which I believe gives it an amaxing voice – so powerful. And it makes her story unique.

And needless to say – I can relate.

Sorry, but you are looking for something that isn’t here.

when you try to access my page. But I really am here. I just have nothing worthwhile to say.

I’m sure I will soon though.

So check back soon. You won’t be dissapointed…

I hope.