It is your childhood that I hold gently now and you are what comes next not the frustrations of the past broken things and dreams washed asunder but you, your form, the energy you create… the life that lives always forward
Poetry, Words, and Ruminations
It is your childhood that I hold gently now and you are what comes next not the frustrations of the past broken things and dreams washed asunder but you, your form, the energy you create… the life that lives always forward