afters years of being trapped in that small one bedroom apartment - with closed windows, and closed curtains she finally opened up and the air that had gone toxic came pouring out
i have not written for quite some time and now my head wanders to this rhyme i think of you; and old friend of mine i miss the old days and how it was a simpler time
i aspire to be a breaker of standards and norms, expectations and obligations so that you can live in peace and quiet in harmony and happiness but to do so i must first break my own