It sprawls up out of a round glass bottle with a handle on it. It is clear glass, that bottle, so you can see the veins of the plant’s roots twisting around
MY INK CAN COMPOSE LOVE ITS FLUID FLOW PHILANDERING…..............
i say life is a bytch but i live it to the fullest
i care for so many so you cant call me foolish
i may fall down but i stay on top
i believe in what i say so you cant tell me to stop …
I have been travelling with my husband and often not in a position to respond to the wonderful responses of redbubblers. so please accept my sincere thankyou’s for continued support while away.…
Am I the burning silence?
Am I the unsucessful escapes?
Am I the misunderstandings dogging your steps?
Am I the fading joy of coming home?
Melbourne photographic art prize! $9000 in prizes!
The scars remain
The memories too
My soul is tortured
That is what war will do
It is the way
One with his surroundings
Open mind, clear, focused
Aware, absorbing the essence of all
It is the way
Full of purpose
Wishing not to fight
Yet ever ready for battle
It is …
Biggest of hearts
Kindest of Souls
Genuine
Leading, Guiding
Sharing what she has to offer with those who need it
A willing ear
A blessing
Experiences great joy when those around her succ…
looking for a co host to help out in new group(just flowers) please BM me thanks jack01 .
The spot has been filled . a big thanks to everyone that BM me
As I go to walk out the door she says quietly "I love you"
I stop half way through the door, look back at her, and she’s still glowing like an angel.
As I go to reply "I love you"
I wake up
Enduring a romantic anguish, bemused in a beloved endeavor… becoming my demise.