fact

unconditional love comes in the form of wet pink noses with black freckles, warm bellies with soft peach fuzz, tight curlettes on miniature heads, and almond black eyes void of any judgement.

its cold outside

a notable downfall: giving into and believing what other people tell me. what do they know anyway? I have an inevitable draw towards all things old, all things broken down, used, abused (in some ways). Character sings from its cracks, strength shines from its rusted edges. It remains beautiful despite hardships it may meet along its journey.