A buried castle deems enchanted, fate gives her imagination. Jubilation keenly loops mystery, never omnipresent. Perhaps quaint red slippers tangle up … More
And here my writing returns back to the oh-so-expected sense of romance the stereotypical and too often dull sense of … More
It was a moment. A quick, beautiful moment that can only be described as indescribable. We had spent the night … More
“See? Butterflies every time.” Every time.
Between the gentle swinging of the hammock and the steady rhythm of your heart, that night became my favorite song. … More