i walk through a field of orchids; skies painted burgundy and the scent of jasmine seas. my oracle hides in the droplets of rain as they hang in mid air. i open my mouth to speak, but only stones fall from my lips.
For one reason or another you have stumbled across this journal, and for that I bid you welcome!
This is my writing journal. As such, it is a private party; admission by prior arrangement only. Should you feel adventurous enough to read the inane ramblings of my pseudo-creativity feel free to leave a comment. Otherwise, thank you and goodnight. ♥