The lingering drops of rain that f… The gentle patter, nearly mesmeriz…
I have my tea the way I live my l… not seriously and with milk.
I look beyond the tired panes of m… and see slumped branches dancing s… A small tin shed hides the dark cl… I look beyond the tired pains of m… but I see nothing.
Words. Images. Sounds. People. P… Humming around. My Brain. With n… Like a s h u t t l e i n… My mouth lets the drivel drop from… but keeps the creativity to circle…
We are brought up under the impres… So why then is it that when you sp… You speak words with less worth th…
