moonlight disappears down the hills mountains vanish into fog and i vanish into poetry.
When it comes to love do not ever settle for anything less than magical.
I want to read every book that’s written hear every song that was sung I want to gaze at every cloud and hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.
Live as many lives as you can.
i want to stay curled and cosied and chocolated....forever in my mother’s arms.
Tell me..how do you stand there? filling the doorway....of my life.