it's a long way down the creak, my dear,but follow the hissing of the spring,you can't go wrong with mindful ears,you'll hear the waters sing.it's a r..
I screamed until my throat burned -tired from the bitterness,I gathered dandelions and ashes andburned them all and bargained withthe universe to curs..
preface: this is a hot mess - recently all my writings have been emotional rambles rather than carefully put together musings with structure and effec..