The dawn is broken and you are up. There you sit, pajamas draped delicately on your body, the simple joy of your smile filling the…
Man of the heart, non-ideological
Month: May 2018
I imagine you on a mountain top overlooking the ocean wondering how far a thought can swim, or even, why it would want to. Who…
Black sand-swirls sweep up the siren sound of sanity; The dark king shrinks into the small hands loyalty offers. Why? Because the birds will not…