February 2012
3 posts
a pocketful of blessings
silence, is all we are. the space between our breaths is a string of quiet, beaded like frozen pearls on thread. her hair, long and free; the result of recorded time. there’s a hum in the air reaching its nimble fingers to the sky above, the blissful sound of your peace. as the city bustles, lives and grows, we find ourselves tucked away, safely forgotten in our free spirits. this is who...