cleaning and sorting
sort of.
in between moments of reminiscing the patchwork pieces of my life.
Tabby cries, and tears roll down my face –
rotted fabric falls apart, leaving only Love.
i stitch my story together with You.
cleaning and sorting
sort of.
in between moments of reminiscing the patchwork pieces of my life.
Tabby cries, and tears roll down my face –
rotted fabric falls apart, leaving only Love.
i stitch my story together with You.