It takes alot of discipline to be a person of quality and worth... being bad comes easy...
He is magnificent 🙂 poem + digiart
Don't just hit like, read!
Who will save the sane?
Sending love and light to the muse (it's been a minute, he might need it too)
He makes carrying me light as a feather when for him it must be a stone
Oops I did it again
Pulling a feather is like feeling a leather whip across my back. I falter. I repent. I love.
His absence is too loud, too painful.
dancing away my sorrows
Fun fact: I have been referred to as "a cub" cuz I never look my age (forever young). The poem suggests I never act my age either and I would concur...
In my habitat / lair
Just a little poem about ego
I needs any and all. GIVEMAH
I see him but can he see himself?
A glimpse of the real me. 100% all natural and organic
I offer peace and sanctuary to all including those he loves
I guess you get 100% transparency with me.