Welcome to My Journal
The Journey
Sometimes
Deteriorate
Flower and the Bee
Withered Garden
Unapologetic
Critic
Our Story Untold
About a hundred pages or more
Left untouched by imagination.
Ephemera
A heart who reflected back mine.
Candle Wax
My bar was set so low, to be treated human felt like royalty.
Love is, Love is Not
It is because of His perfect, everlasting love that we love Him boldly. And out of that love, we share the overflow with one-another, loving them honorably.
Daisy Boy
He was a book with pages I skimmed through.