who knew it was a prayer?

From the old journals I want to be needed, wanted, protected I want to feel passion. I want to love with my whole heart. I want to know without doubt that there is someone out there who things I am the sunshine to all his rainy days. I want to be held in safe armsContinue reading “who knew it was a prayer?”

treasures under the bed…

Last night I cleaned out under my bed… (without my Mum telling me to do it) and I found a few interesting things. Turns out that a whole bunch of purses were there, purses that I had thought were lost and gone forever in the move had actually been hiding under my bed in ‘storage’Continue reading “treasures under the bed…”