It's been awhile... but I promise I wouldn't go far. You're too close to home, and I'm reaching for the stars. Still I plant my feet in the ground, growing roots, whispering in the night, letting you know I'm there, with a quiet sound.

Poetry, Art, Storytelling, & Life
It's been awhile... but I promise I wouldn't go far. You're too close to home, and I'm reaching for the stars. Still I plant my feet in the ground, growing roots, whispering in the night, letting you know I'm there, with a quiet sound.