Using all tools for Love's sake...
For Love’s Sake
Willow-Like
We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write
Crack in the Wall
That night, as I laid bed, stories running through my mind, with a groan and creak, I lifted my head, then I understood, and I cried
Welcome To Stay
My Love, if you read this someday just know I might not be okay but you are always welcome to stay.
