Between us, your bedraggled paintbrushes always seemed to find their way to portraits of me. Between us, every song I scribbled down was about you, even when you didn't know it. Between us, you're not just my best friend's sister. Between us, I like you. And between us, you like me more than you like to show. A wlw te...
Stevie's nana recently passed away, leaving her her little farm in her will. Stevie used to go there all the time as a kid- riding the horses, participating in the village fairs.. She couldn't bear to sell it. But when tragedy and murder befalls the small town, Stevie's under the magnifying glass. There's only one p...
Sharing pieces of my mind, playing with words and sharing the art of introspection. Enjoy reading!
