Begin to begin again...
Dreaming of Love That Doesn’t Know My Name
The words on my lips fits like a glove: You are a fighter, but I am the fire of a brand new day
My Sister’s Old Bedroom
Fair warning: I did not plan this post, nor did I proofread it. Proceed at your own risk.
The Moment of Dawn
The sunrise is an ever-evolving thing. Who is to say where and when she truly begins and ends?
