Fortunes In A Box
These rolling hills of the sensuous and the sorrow, this slippery slope, my feet are having trouble keeping everything on course. I try meandering, on words ~ like plenteous ~ Yet as this sensuous sadness takes ahold, I go to sleep hopeful, and awake early refreshed. Every day. Through tears atleast you know that you are alive. In grief at birth, as at death. Join … Continue reading Fortunes In A Box