We, of today,are not the same.Cuddled, scared, burned,hated, and lovedwe face the worldcreating illusionsto survive. They give usdifferent eyes,the woundswe’re trying to hide.Cotton, wool or silk,long nails and…
Everything changes, even the heart of man Standing on the shore with her feet buried deep in the gravel, she observed. Liquid silver, that is how the sea looked…
