The shimmering tent came alive with their help.
Tag: childhood memory
Moonlit Rebellion
Black pools we hid beneath, unseen, but the moon kissed our smiling faces.
Horsetail Initiation
Welts on our legs, a little blood. A rather serious game of fun.
Beneath the Galaxy
There is always a light somewhere in the dark, and I learned to trust that if I keep looking, I will find it. And if I cannot find it outside, then it must be inside of me.
Jasmine on the Grave 