When life came and snatched the rug from beneath her she defied gravity.
When they thought they had broken her, she rearranged her pieces.
That's when they came to the conclusion.... That there is something in the midst of her.
*A collection of art.
When life came and snatched the rug from beneath her she defied gravity.
When they thought they had broken her, she rearranged her pieces.
That's when they came to the conclusion.... That there is something in the midst of her.
*A collection of art.
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...