I wasn't lookingfor anythingwhen I fell into your armsand yet somehowit feels as if I found everything,as if everything is finally right,when you say ..
I've never written a storyin pencil before -always bold, always brave,grabbing for pen and inkbefore the pages of my last bookhad even dried.Always st..
You destroyed everythingthat mattered to mewith an iron fistand I was busypicking up piecesand glueing them back together,while you stood backand laug..
Josephine can't draw. That's what she always says at least. Looking at her painting, she might be right. Even so, after I heard her explanation I thin..