rest up, little soldier.
sometimes, breathing is enough.
YOU ARE READING
ashes and sunflowers
Poetrywords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
small victories
rest up, little soldier.
sometimes, breathing is enough.
