She who sighs heavily In the back of the elevator Wood paneled backdrop to her Smokey eyes and dark silk hair She turns her chin up to the lights And his eyes aren't focused On the buttons by the door... Continue Reading →
I started this Early, (8) for a Sunday. But now, with coffee made, dreams written and cats cuddled, it is almost ten! People write about dreams... the who you want to be, who you could be dreams. (And to those of... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 