Seul un adieu fleurira
Once and Forever. In the end we begin ‘til we meet again, moi je suis et serai toujours là.
The world dances in a weightless whirl, presenting a secret that can only be found in the flowers. And unfortunately, I am caught in the center. I hope when I’m gone, somewhere, someday, someone will pick my soul up off these pages and think, “I would have loved her".
To the moon and back
Nowhere and everywhere
No folder home quite yet, but someday there will be hands to hold.