“I don’t believe in fairy tales,but I believe in you.Let all the dreamers wake the nationand love me less, but love me for a long…
Daddy Called Me Coley Macaroni: A five year old’s retelling
Where are we — I forget. What time is it — dark. Listen to mama…
These words were meant for you,and only in my ailment do I not speak thee true.
If only the words came as easily as the feelings, if only the thoughts pored from the mouth as rapidly as they came.
It will always be the little things that allow me to feel most fully.
Why have you brought me here? It was written clearly all over his beautiful face.
Once I told you that you were all of the colors at once, in full brightness — maybe I was lying.Maybe you are more than…
On nights like this, I can lay in the darkness and dream. One day, without my knowing, I started looking into gentle eyes and…
Full of secrets…
Can’t you hear them