#thoughtfuldailypot

The alarm rang loudly. The ringing under my favorite soft pillow. I took out my smartphone, and stopped the ringing. The clock shows 3:45 am. Then, I brushed my hair and headed to the kitchen. My mother

If hearts could dance. I'd let mine feel the rhythm within the space, yet, lingering in the shadows, the desire for anonymity was purely intentional. Direct encounters are not included, as she pirouetted

Come let your emotions flow, like a river of eternity, let your thoughts be free like the birds of the air... You confess love so sacred for the one you hold dear, and that, that is the gift no one ought