Screenwriter / Director
Early mornings, Matcha Lattes, Cats… these are a few of my favorite things!
one centimeter the space between our pursed lips together we crash
By Link La day ago in Poets
Her thumb strums steel strings Acoustic vibrations sing Breaths held, she begins
Alright, gang, soup’s on! Soup? I thought we ordered pizza? That’s what I heard. It’s a figure of speech, an expression.
By Link L13 days ago in Fiction
