A Sunday’s touch | new year |

White snowflakes flow adorning the grounds. The rest of the country tranquile and upset, as we enter the new year locked in like caged birds in summer. A time to reflect and be grateful for many didn't cross the river to the new year and some lives still hanging on a thread. And to have... Continue Reading →

A potion of your love

It's a feeling of emptiness, as if an empty cauldron designed for gallons of water but instead stored in the darkness, empty. Everyone is there but no one is really there The walls speak louder, as they seem to have more to life than you. They provide safety and security but could never really hold... Continue Reading →

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