I am the collectorI collect shiny things,  beautiful things,broken things,things that can never be repairedI am the collectorI am your saviorI hold you when you need to be heldThen, when we are doneI will place you on my shelf I am...

Scarlet Honey & Forgotten Melodies: A Nightingale’s Ode to the Bittersweet Taste of Pomegranate WineIntro: An aromatic scent, like clove transported us to an exotic land where birds of paradise warbled and the nightingale sang like a Berber woman. In this...

102 degrees does not rival what your eyes convey Trickle of sweat Parched mouth Labored breathing One more thing will sinch my demise “Baby…I miss that mouth.” I’m a puddle.