May 2019
We all ache.
For things far out of reach.
Short sentences.
Things pushed and borrowed.
Things plunged upon by heavy, heaving chests.
But I,
believe in fairies.
Insane as my wicked thoughts are,
I ache too.
~AGB
For things far out of reach.
Short sentences.
Things pushed and borrowed.
Things plunged upon by heavy, heaving chests.
But I,
believe in fairies.
Insane as my wicked thoughts are,
I ache too.
~AGB
This was all I had. Lovely words that were shared as food at a lost since past Sunday Dinner at Church. Thank you all any way. And I loved you still as fog upon a spring pond before the Tennessee cows dipped. Really, I did.
