I met the most exquisite soul today. You know who you are and why.
Words became threads that tied us together. Woven feathers.
I am moved. Inspired, and I see the strength that you have tucked away for a rainy day.
Love.
I met the most exquisite soul today. You know who you are and why.
Words became threads that tied us together. Woven feathers.
I am moved. Inspired, and I see the strength that you have tucked away for a rainy day.
Love.
writing as a way of life
My ramblings poems and musings enjoy or not no pressure
The varied thoughts of a millennial modern linguist.
Talking about real things
Poetry and Poems
All that is me!
CRIME WRITER
Fabulously Refined/Wildy Inappropriate
A home for the stories and poems that got away.
I Kill My Own Spiders
character limited descriptions kind of give me anxiety
A few new poems every week. Haikus on Sundays.
Reblogged this on Americana Injustica and commented:
Ditto.
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