discombobulated and happy
The weekend went by in a flicker of feral nature and fire flies; a dance so decadent as to only be engaged in limited supply. Not a single complaint from this Fay one. A smile still paints my face.
The world has a lovely glow that even a Monday can not extinguish. My love lifts me and that which we share raises me even higher. Along the edge of a Seraphim wing and a joyful song to sing; so finds me today. If I could bottle this feeling, I’d die a millionaire.
The world has a lovely glow that even a Monday can not extinguish. My love lifts me and that which we share raises me even higher. Along the edge of a Seraphim wing and a joyful song to sing; so finds me today. If I could bottle this feeling, I’d die a millionaire.