Watching us over, as a mother whose watchful eyes tell us stories of sin, redemption and sanity.
I am around, so are you.
Uncertain. Unsure. I would love to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Watching us over, as a mother whose watchful eyes tell us stories of sin, redemption and sanity.
I am around, so are you.
Flamboyance meets me, and I could be contagiously luring. It kind of comes off in my writing, as my stories of passion and indulgence unfold. View more posts