We write our names on the ceiling to remember the moment that moment we owned it those dreams we brought to life with just a smile and able hands every day we just need one more day. M.
We can not have every last little thing that we want I listen to you breathe and the rest doesn't matter I left myself there In a grand exposure following a path where no one else knows her but I'm ready. M.
When I feel alone, I look at the moon. I know that thousands of people the world over are looking at the same moon. They might not have the same feelings that I do, but they are feeling and hurting and the glow of the moon settles their soul.. if only for a moment. In… Continue reading To the moon and back