They said love is just around, but where is this around?
I can ask myself any question I can think of, why, what, how come, and then my sensation wants to bolt but my heart hangs on. This is my hope. This is what I have, only.
Fantasy, Love, and a whole lot of craziness.
An Erratic soul with Brunette curls, tangled in thoughts, trying to overcome flaws
her passion runs deep within the cracks of poetry, spirituality, philosophy, psychology and just about everything