Para…don't cast your sobbing shadow on me. Este libro bueno still has so many unread pages for you. Yo todavia must go to the bodega on 6th for some things. Las hojas naranjas are starting to dance and need to... Continue Reading →
The elevated fertile sagwa tree's by our elementary school have given birth to a gaggle of tiny brown juice boxes. I'm not sure how this is truly relevant right now but this is what I have recently cultivated in my bald... Continue Reading →
'Till this day, I am still sailing without lighthouses. All this digital information at my fingers but none of it cures my seizing illness as I hurl off the bow. Every morning I rock and roll out of a pitched... Continue Reading →
You loved them completely but they left, leaving you with nothing to smile at, empty hugs and no tall glass to fill for either half. You loved them despite the gray that was uncertainty which made you carry extra patience... Continue Reading →
