Years fly by, and I respect and crave isolation more and more… to the extent that I have started forgetting the old heartaches I was once so possessive about.
Heartaches
~ collection of a dreamer’s soliloquies
~ collection of a dreamer’s soliloquies
Years fly by, and I respect and crave isolation more and more… to the extent that I have started forgetting the old heartaches I was once so possessive about.
Nearly Poetry