We Artitsts, Dreamers, & Ingenues
And then hope leaped up into my heart and echoed down the ivory arching curvature of my ribs. Four small letters, like an ink map tethered softly along the bone. […]
And then hope leaped up into my heart and echoed down the ivory arching curvature of my ribs. Four small letters, like an ink map tethered softly along the bone. […]
And there were, all these many moments, like the midst of winter with leafless trees and stark grey concrete, when loneliness felt endless and I wondered if this life had […]