Moving is her addiction
Her home is the open road.
Her welcome mat is an overplayed playlist,
Her house décor are a pair of scratched up sunglasses,
and a suitcase of clothes
Yes, she's running
But not away.
She's running towards something
greater than you and I can ever imagine.
YOU ARE READING
ashes and sunflowers
שיריםwords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
