I wish I could run barefoot through the forest in the rain; yell into the darkest depths of the woods. The rain would kiss away my memory of you; I'd never be in pain again. I wish I could run into your arms and whisper in your ear,"Which way to the forest?"
The abundance of words and array of pictures that are located on this blog, are possessions of Heather Marie, unless she tells you that they are not, in which case you must not believe that they are hers.
No comments:
Post a Comment