An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Monday, 04 July 2016
*water stains mar the page some * I lost that which I held dearest, because of my own imperfections. I hope one day to find a way to not be the way I am.... but one things for sure... the drive inside me that was making me run....has gone, for now.... but at a great cost.
