always between one dream and another
This is what home is - a place you cannot return to Here, let me remind you: Home is where you went between your brave adventures
By Shubhangi4 years ago in Poets
“I hate orange juice,” my grandfather exclaimed from his seat at the kitchen table. I sighed inwardly and continued to squeeze the freshly-cut orange slices into the glass.
By Shubhangi4 years ago in Psyche
