Bluebells and Cockle Shells

morning twilight in the ever-discreet lightening trickles into my pores and permeates the chest where I have hidden my collected treasures the wordless moments saturated with sappy sensations dripping colors into my mind the times time slowed to the subtlest of swirls enwrapping me in fluid ripples white-washed eucalyptus greens reach for me and I … Continue reading Bluebells and Cockle Shells