Mornings and big white windows. the grace and serenity. "I decided to choose fantasy over reality." bells for the joy. poetry. my gardens and gates. you hold the key. you with your hands and your heart, beauty cheeks, smile and eyes as the morning light.
Remember to breathe while onwards and upwards. Come on, be a good bandit.
i like wood, and bricks, bricks are good.
Well my heart is bigger than the earth
And my love is my whole being.