Dreams are fascinating creatures. Some hatch with wet wrinkled feathers and the jab of a beak through a hard yet delicate heart. Others crush your cocoon-spine beneath the quiver of a fresh wing. But most remain nestled in the soft glittery depths of sleeping eyes.
Baby Dreams
Dreams are fascinating creatures. Some hatch with wet wrinkled feathers and the jab of a beak through a hard yet delicate heart. Others crush your cocoon-spine beneath the quiver of a fresh wing. But most remain nestled in the soft glittery depths of sleeping eyes.