Sunday Blues

Sunday Blues By Tree Soul September 3rd 2015 It´s another Lonely Sunday. You don’t know where to start, You wish your second half isn’t that far away… You start counting days, you want it all, to just a walk, 10 minutes or a talk. Do i need a reason to have you here, i want these monstersContinue reading “Sunday Blues”

Her Hands By Faria

 Her Hands written by Faria – 28 August 2015 Her hands resemble the most picture perfect image of what a women hands should be, to me personally. call me biased call me selective. Her hands are always cold, and i wish i could always warm them. They’re fragile and petite, delicate..soft, and pale, but paleContinue reading “Her Hands By Faria”