hello dearest Thomas I feel this one deeply I used to climb a tree and dream this is beautiful here is a song making me happy tonight 💕

Beautifully penned, Thomas. Top notch write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Imagination is the absolute treasure! The places we can go, the journeys words take us on…priceless!

What a lovely story! Without imagination, we’re truly lost…
❤k

I love childhood tales–things we did when we were innocent. You reminded me that I had a box, too, though mine contained arrowheads and pretty rocks that I’d found.

Excellent. Thank you.

well earned war paint. But let your words bring peace, too.

Hoi hoi
Love your write!
I’d love to see you with Alice Cooper eyes (lol).
If your small part of your small world is this much fun…..?
Kind regards, Gus

Ugh, I used to have little blue “tattoos” on my mouth from putting the pen in it. I so relate to this one! Where would we be without it?

hello beautiful Green very intense write 💕

A very mysterious piece.
Filled with intrigue.
Regards James

I used to cry in the shower. There’s an illusion of washing away the pain that way. But it always felt to me as though the water drops when I stepped out were hauntings. Felt this…

Powerful and poignant. Superb work.

Oh damn…yeah…lost my words…

damn. powerful write.