You and I on this small bridge
where one can watch the passage of time
in liquid form,
the voices it drowns,
the secrets it buries,
the things that will never again
be.
Soulful writing about humans and places
You and I on this small bridge
where one can watch the passage of time
in liquid form,
the voices it drowns,
the secrets it buries,
the things that will never again
be.
My inner mystic is plagued by insomnia and runs entirely on divine grace. The outer shell, however, does occasionally need: jasmine tea, ice cream (preferably salted caramel), good books, music, and new horizons. If you’d like to help keep this blog alive, please choose an amount:
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