I take my tea with two teaspoons of brown sugar, but some fine mornings, I betray my routine and chase the jolt in my fingers as I put the spoon down after just one or when I reach for another after the second. Even if for a fleeting moment, I love not recognising myself, not knowing where I wil
I made my first kite out of white paper scraps; on my 16th birthday, it came to me that they needed a pop of color.
I take my tea with two teaspoons of brown sugar, but some fine mornings, I betray my routine and chase the jolt in my fingers as I put the spoon down after just one or when I reach for another after the second. Even if for a fleeting moment, I love not recognising myself, not knowing where I wil
I made my first kite out of white paper scraps; on my 16th birthday, it came to me that they needed a pop of color.
