Being insane is a bliss Being insane is a bliss

My incoherent mind is weaving A transparent poem! In the hopes of fulfillment. My incoherent mind is weaving A transparent poem! In the hopes of fulfillm...

Alone but not afraid Alone but not afraid

But believe me, my dear, you were always my own little daughter. But believe me, my dear, you were always my own little daughter.

What happens to all the thoughts We keep down on paper? What happens to all the thoughts We keep down on paper?

"Bliss-parables craved with cute eyes , silky soft palms holding my finger to learn the walk of... "Bliss-parables craved with cute eyes , silky soft palms holding my finger t...