Worn flowershanging on by a threadwarmed by a peekedsunlight,stuckyet frozenin one placelike life can bemaybetoo much of a good thingis too muchbut never enoughwhen will it be?will it to happen en massin fortitude and in shining, hopelessactionnot yet takenbut plannedwith an intricate beautyso well timed, laid out, charted coursethat you will sweara former youcame up... Continue Reading →