my heart

embrace those you love with joyous abandon. do not judge do not over think... just love

alone we are to face the clock the time that ticks the time that tocks alone we are but if we flock perhaps we as we roll we can a...

so pretty i see this in front of me.

inspired, when there are no words needed.

the world looks up, though upside down i be on this branch of this pretty tree.

squabella sits on this chilly day in her concrete palace, not much to say. she has grown so fast life works that way. soon perhaps ...

we live in this swarm we appear to conform but truth be we have our own mettle in each of our petals.