Old Growth Forests Of Your Soul
OLD GROWTH FORESTS OF YOUR SOUL I am desolate in a crowd of beautiful women looking for familiar eyes. I feel isolated in cities of...
A Spectator
A SPECTATOR Sometimes I feel like I am on drugs. Living in a world where we have to hide to make love. Everyone around me seems to be...
The Messenger
THE MESSENGER She swooped in, landed on my shoulder. There was a heart on her feathers. The colors she wore changed me forever. December...
