soaked in nostalgia
~Danni-Rae Mistaken Chief~
collection of mind. love affairs with mountains. making love with words. undecided fragments of lust. universal truths. exploration. homesick healing. welcome
" A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with. "