Circumstantially blind, still searching for entry to the other side.
Attached to the scent of the Devine feminine womb, you can’t re-enter mines, longing to be reborn through time.
They think I’m a lost little kitten, who’s lost her mittens, beaten by the wind, but that’s a BigContradiction to what their actually seeing.
I’m a physician not a magic magician, my head is sound and I’ve always been anchored to the ground.
While thinking, I suddenly thought how warm darkness is. I assume a good way to get a glimpse into a … More
This is where I showcase my creativity and some other parts of my inner character. I will take prompts … More