Author Archive: M.A.N.
Let us not forget amid the terrible things we do how we can also show mercy, forgiveness, and love. Advertisements
The butterfly descended upon the flowers, where it rested from a long, long journey. Healing, renewing, awakening, the butterfly ascended, reborn.
Field of blue, Cascades of white; Soft and true, So very bright, So warm when light Pours through the glass. The docile sheep Rest on the field And I rest on A fluffy cloud. All in all, Very cozy Where I rest.
When you sneeze so hard, it hurts. Also, henceforth, the wild scrawl in the word balloon shall be known as a mood scribble.
Photo edit of a spontaneous idea. In case anyone’s wondering, no, the junkie hasn’t given me the remote back.