oct 16 2016
there is no way I can not grow from the confines of this situation growth comes through the cracks in the walls life breathes into stone hearts understanding awaits the bus to joy I am here in body …in spirit I am with my CAT
bookish
there is no way I can not grow from the confines of this situation growth comes through the cracks in the walls life breathes into stone hearts understanding awaits the bus to joy I am here in body …in spirit I am with my CAT
See what happened is..I got this beautiful journal amazing shade of green/blue, stunning embossing. A hand crafted blown glass pen and the most scrumptious shade of blue to play with. I compose word salads with my loverly toys; which is what brings us to bookish. Bookish is the collected murmurings and meanderings of my subtle self in the early-wee-any hours. It turns out that deciphering the random collections of verbs nouns and their peeps is harder than ..than.. jumping across a very large body of water in one single plufflooo. …read more