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.
The journey of a bookaholic. I do book reviews because I'm the type of chick who brings a book to a party. I don't get hammered, I get grammered.
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..:)
to stay visible ...