If These Walls Could Talk
There was overarching solace in the greying of the dayas diurnal irritations came unwound.And my bedroom walls were sentinels of …
There was overarching solace in the greying of the dayas diurnal irritations came unwound.And my bedroom walls were sentinels of …
We each and all perceive and only see our own conceptions of reality. Sometimes it seems that two or more …
She sees the world with six intrepid eyes. Her left is analytical and calm; her right, the rudder of a …
You see reflective light on rippling waters; for me, it’s fairies trailing silver dust across the topaz bay. These eager …