Memories are boats anchored, idle, awaiting calm – quaint ideals keep them docked, undermine progress never intended to harbour so many secrets – lack a

Memories are boats anchored, idle, awaiting calm – quaint ideals keep them docked, undermine progress never intended to harbour so many secrets – lack a
Lauren writes too much
Writing made awesome!
let your brush EXPRESS
Sharing My Journey of Faith
Poems, Pure Reflections
-daya bhat-
Fairy Tales, Micropoems, and Images by Peter Ellis
Focusing on the beauty. Zooming in on love.
Slow, raw and chaotic. A personal account.
books, writing, farm, travel, family, coffee, outdoors
"Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off." Prov. 23:18
Throwing my soul into the cosmos.
Never placed, but who’s counting?
Verse from an adverse mind.