The Gardener Is No More
I miss my Mom who passed about 8 yeas ago….
I miss my Mom who passed about 8 yeas ago….
Comes the first snow….
The origin of things…
Love can be so cold….
Galaxy of rejection and unrequited love…
As I wait for death…..
The woman of my dreams?
Who I am….
I am so so so tired of being alone….
It is dark even in the daytime…