I find you in the cracks of my sleep
hidden as a child.
The coy sun comes to me
through the broken window,
bleeding red and orange
on the bedsheets.
A slow awakening
to daytime life.
My online diary, amongst other things. I also do book reviews because I'm the type of chick who brings a book to a party.
Un phoenix renăscut prin cuvinte din cenuşa amintirilor
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow. ~Mary Anne Radmacher
Zile și zile
I teach you and you teach me!
a citi este a bea apă...şi mi-e sete tot timpul..:)
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