Remember some seeds weren't made to be trees...
Made to be Trees
The Long Walk
The trees are muttering lovely sweet nothings...
Adore Eternity
While you should cherish every moment... Adore eternity...
Where Does “Now” Exist
Where does "now" exist?
If I Could Build My Love a Home
The finest things make homes...
Intertwined
In the dark bliss, under the pale moon. Vines that all twist in love's tender bloom
Willow-Like
We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write
Odd Adventures, Pt. II: Ashes, Ashes
Finally after a few minutes, with the pile of ashes at his feet growing to a sizeable hill, his fingers struck the hard, solid wood. He widened the hole so they could see more easily, and he removed one more large chunk. They both gawked at the sight.
Your Balloon
But for all of the rain and the wind and the air, I was always above you, I never went anywhere
