Of Being Eight and Older…

I am an incorrigible romantic. I think the world is beautiful and every thing that is nice and lovely outweighs the dark and unnecessary. I am hopelessly idealistic. Or I was. I find it easy not to associate myself with anything that interferes my peace of mind. If I want to sleep a little extra, I will.... Continue Reading →

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑