Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on September 21, 2012
There’s a warm space inside all of us, soft and safe; no particular shape, but it’s probably curvy and if it was an object, it would feel just right to hold, like it was made for your hand. Sometimes this space is empty, and…
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