It’s like being lost at sea on a tiny little life raft. Just drifting. Riding whatever current you happen to cross.
By Ashley Baileyabout a year ago in Psyche
It’s like being lost at sea on a tiny little life raft. Just drifting. Riding whatever current you happen to cross. Losing control of direction,
By Ashley Baileyabout a year ago in Poets
At 1:43 AM she will have a dream. The happiest dream anyone has or could possibly imagine. It is a dream of love. . . A kind, true and honest love.