Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Bottled Fortune
How Would You Know
How would you ever know unless you first trod the path, back and forth.
Utterances of a Weary Soul
The moonlight was irascible that night, and chilled me to the bone though all else was utterly balmy , with a slight breeze.
Thoughtsthoughtsthoughts
As the stars align and the moonlight shines in the back of my mind making space for time and time is all I need for me to finally breathe there's not enough air, it seems there's not enough salt in the sea yet the salt will soon overthrow all the water and sand, like snow... Continue Reading →
December Rose 