intrusive thoughts invade down time like a swarm of bees dip down into outrageous notions and harmful harmless plots to off the star of a one man play
Beth Anne, Author
throws metal with mittens on in the dead of winter listening to the cold as it echoes down the streets and into her bones. consecrated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, navigating these streets and figuring out this GPS, and trying real hard to reach Sainthood. failing miserably every day. trying again every tomorrow.