Purple Dance
The words are emerging revealing themselves in sounds unspoken from the depth of her soul. Mother, Daughter Human Being. Drawers dissolve...
Unbroken
Dust lingering cloudy haze raising up from a place only the shadows know Deep inside countless broken pieces scattered on the faint of...
Walking on Memory Lane February 2015
It’s only February but I feel its even middle of the year. I am already exhausted, not really but I already feel my strength strained. It...
