I HAVEN’T A SINGLE CONFESSION TO MAKE TODAY.
IT’S BECAUSE I’M BUSY WEARING MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE.
YOU CAN READ IT ALL THERE.
IN DREADFUL, SUBLIME, CURIOUS, LOVELY HONESTY.
THAT’S JUST THE WAY IT IS, SOMETIMES.
Confessions of Typewriter Tuesday
February 16, 2010 by
somedays you spill your
guts
and get nothing but silence in return
on those days
i look to the flowers
and they are glad to lend me an ear
Confessions of Typewriter Tuesday
September 15, 2009 by
LIFE’S A SEASON OF SENSES: FIRST WE CATCH THE SCENT, THEN WE HARVEST, THEN WE EAT & PLAY
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