These Are Words
these are words, words that form our stories, our hurts, our loves, our triumphs. heed them.
these are words, words that form our stories, our hurts, our loves, our triumphs. heed them.
This woman could have been a spy, a duchess and the lover of a young cameraman all at once. She was a conjurer of a thousand stories, each unique to every observer; the elusive face behind any tale you put to her. {Written 2013.}
❝ he told her the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to let her breathe. ❞ {memoirs from a girl who didn't realize how much he cared until it was too late.}