It’s late. I don’t wanna skip a day. I have what I allow to be. I desire things that I don’t yet see. What I see in my mind’s eye wants to be. All of it is there for me, like falling off a log. Goodnight
It’s late. I don’t wanna skip a day. I have what I allow to be. I desire things that I don’t yet see. What I see in my mind’s eye wants to be. All of it is there for me, like falling off a log. Goodnight
Miss Molly's Mystical Merriment 