The Heart is a Chakra
Oh these days they get me. Had a twinkle of a love affair with some prince who moved to the coast, a sibling reunion for the first time in six years over turkey and I was downright flabbergasted to witness everyone gobbling pig. I partook.
I have a swiss cheese novel. This means there are still holes in it. My love life is rather swiss cheese as well. Rather cheese cubes boys with fast metabolisms want to nibble at the pre-party then let go the leftovers.
The novel is aging well. It never leaves me.
The sky is striking blue between snow fall. I can't stop looking.
Sheer faith girl-