lizajoanne
that dang lion. Always complaining and moaning and rrrrr rrruffing. I want to hear some ROARS! Feel some braveness and PASSION! No one likes a lion who is a coward. Not no one.
the fragrance lifted itself up from the earth, surrounding them in a cloud of sweetness. Suddenly, Sydney was whisked back to a place where she was last summer. A happier, simpler, more wholesome time when energy was endless and her life seemed more...full.
It was swallowing me up. I was screaming at them to let me out, to save me from this frigid, empty loneliness. I begged them for the light, but they could only give me the darkroom.