Blue someone somewhere An ocean mirror awaits Go! Wander away..
By Zaza3 years ago in Poets
“Am I going to hell?” I wearily asked my older sister. “Probably.” She smiled. That is how that Easter began or ended, honestly it is kind of a blur. But it was a valid question.
By Zaza3 years ago in Confessions
Resolute mountain A whole, kaleidoscope hides betrayed by the frost
